And knowing it wasn't true doesn't remove the memory.
[Like you didn't fight at all. Let yourself be killed. Died — bled out while I held you. It's concerning in the extreme to consider how all of these things are so...targeted precisely to what he knows are Ryn's worst nightmares. How eerie it is that these sorts of misadventures always seem to know where to strike to hurt and traumatize the most.]
Here. Give me your hand.
[He reaches for it, displacing the water of the onsen in ripples and waves as he guides Ryn's hand back to his own chest. Lets him feel, in return.]
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[Like you didn't fight at all. Let yourself be killed. Died — bled out while I held you. It's concerning in the extreme to consider how all of these things are so...targeted precisely to what he knows are Ryn's worst nightmares. How eerie it is that these sorts of misadventures always seem to know where to strike to hurt and traumatize the most.]
Here. Give me your hand.
[He reaches for it, displacing the water of the onsen in ripples and waves as he guides Ryn's hand back to his own chest. Lets him feel, in return.]
No illusions. See? I'm all right.