[ They study her expression and her movements, and then nod, slowly. ] Yes.
[ They hop off the bench finally, a little crackle of bone coming from underfoot, and begin to walk. If Amaterasu follows, it's not long before the darkness gives way to a pale blue light, and the shores of a tranquil lake.
The water stretches out in every direction. The masked figure in blue, with a soft voice, is here too; they sit, looking out at the water.
The Knight sits, too, and looks at her. Inviting her to sit as well.
(There is no place free from sorrow; their life has been shaped by it, defined by it. But this is one of the few memories of their recent life not dragged down by that enduring sadness.) ]
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[ They hop off the bench finally, a little crackle of bone coming from underfoot, and begin to walk. If Amaterasu follows, it's not long before the darkness gives way to a pale blue light, and the shores of a tranquil lake.
The water stretches out in every direction. The masked figure in blue, with a soft voice, is here too; they sit, looking out at the water.
The Knight sits, too, and looks at her. Inviting her to sit as well.
(There is no place free from sorrow; their life has been shaped by it, defined by it. But this is one of the few memories of their recent life not dragged down by that enduring sadness.) ]
Friend, [ they murmur. ]