[Above ground, at least from his perspective, Yujin stops dead. There's a wonderful second where he recognizes his friend's voice, hears it nearby--]
There you-- are?
[and then, in the next, realizes its source is nowhere to be seen. At the top of that familiar hill, surrounded by that verdant hill of soft clover, he is alone and yet not alone. His shoulders slump, confusion etching itself upon his features.
Then Jake speaks again. This time, Yujin's listening carefully; somehow, Jake's voice is coming from beneath his feet.]
What...
[He drops down to his knees, too, searching around, brushing away dirt and grasses with his hands. It feels very silly, but hasn't this entire experience followed its own logic? Maybe there'll be a trap door, or Jake will be buried under here-- the dog himself, where a dog might have buried a bone. But try as he might, the dirt on his knees, under his nails, there's no sign of his own steadfast friend anywhere.]
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There you-- are?
[and then, in the next, realizes its source is nowhere to be seen. At the top of that familiar hill, surrounded by that verdant hill of soft clover, he is alone and yet not alone. His shoulders slump, confusion etching itself upon his features.
Then Jake speaks again. This time, Yujin's listening carefully; somehow, Jake's voice is coming from beneath his feet.]
What...
[He drops down to his knees, too, searching around, brushing away dirt and grasses with his hands. It feels very silly, but hasn't this entire experience followed its own logic? Maybe there'll be a trap door, or Jake will be buried under here-- the dog himself, where a dog might have buried a bone. But try as he might, the dirt on his knees, under his nails, there's no sign of his own steadfast friend anywhere.]
I should be asking you the same question!