[ her eyes track his, a cautious trek toward where rei remains huddled in the corner. too distant to reach, in this dreamscape. too real for alina to ignore. a reassurance rests on her tongue — you can say goodbye, if you want. i'll wait. — but maybe he already has. in his past, in his mind; one farewell is enough, alina knows, when you've grown tired of parting from the people who make you whole — when you're exhausted from closing doors to your past and opening new ones, hoping to find a better future lurking beyond its threshold. (so far, she has learned that there rarely is, but what do they have if not hope? if not a chance for something more?) ]
Okay. Let's get out of here.
[ it's his choice to make, in the end. alina won't press him to commune with his ghosts, won't force him to continue digging up history that is long gone and buried, only ever resurfacing to haunt him. she nods once, twice — soft and decisive, gaze lingering on rei's form for a moment longer. ]
Bye, Rei.
[ it won't make a difference — she's only a figment, but alina vainly wonders if it will lay his sister to rest in his memories, if not temporarily lend her peace in the constructs of his dreams. fingers lacing through takeshi's, she gently guides him along to the new door that has freshly carved itself into the wall — bright, like a beacon urging them to go through. like a simple promise had summoned it into existence.
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Okay. Let's get out of here.
[ it's his choice to make, in the end. alina won't press him to commune with his ghosts, won't force him to continue digging up history that is long gone and buried, only ever resurfacing to haunt him. she nods once, twice — soft and decisive, gaze lingering on rei's form for a moment longer. ]
Bye, Rei.
[ it won't make a difference — she's only a figment, but alina vainly wonders if it will lay his sister to rest in his memories, if not temporarily lend her peace in the constructs of his dreams. fingers lacing through takeshi's, she gently guides him along to the new door that has freshly carved itself into the wall — bright, like a beacon urging them to go through. like a simple promise had summoned it into existence.
with a turn of the knob, she steps through. ]