[ Susato frowns. There is absolutely no explanation for any of this--and yet like in most dreams, she doesn't question it. There is something within her that is resigned to this fate, a quiet acceptance.
Despite that, however, she can't do nothing. Neither of them are in great shape, but she will still try to help him to his feet so that they might seek some shelter together, even if it can't be in that place. She still remembers the feeling, leaving the flat for the last time--luggage in tow. ]
No...
[ Was her father among the voices? Was Ryunosuke? It doesn't matter. In her mind, they think she's already set sail from the Port of Dover. ]
By now, they will have already forgotten about me.
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Despite that, however, she can't do nothing. Neither of them are in great shape, but she will still try to help him to his feet so that they might seek some shelter together, even if it can't be in that place. She still remembers the feeling, leaving the flat for the last time--luggage in tow. ]
No...
[ Was her father among the voices? Was Ryunosuke? It doesn't matter. In her mind, they think she's already set sail from the Port of Dover. ]
By now, they will have already forgotten about me.