[ Instead of a soilder, a youth bursts through the door. Kisara appears to recognize him immediately, and Somnus steps to the side, giving them the space to reunite. The boy's features are marred with bruises and tears, and he appears scantly older than Kisara. Still, Somnus is able to recognize him as the younger version of the phantom who had appeared among Kisara's ghosts in the dream.
That man had been her brother, and her brother is among the deceased. What tragedy this is, that they may only reunite in a dream-- a dream that ends, for as if on cue, the vision wipes from the area. There the adult Kisara stands unlike herself, looking apprehensive and uneasy.
Given the last time they had seen each other, no doubt his company leaves much to be desired in this vulnerable moment. Somnus turns his gaze from her, if she may need privacy to compose herself, or to choose to speak of what just occurred or not. The note has yet to appear, anyway; he can do nothing but remain. ]
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That man had been her brother, and her brother is among the deceased. What tragedy this is, that they may only reunite in a dream-- a dream that ends, for as if on cue, the vision wipes from the area. There the adult Kisara stands unlike herself, looking apprehensive and uneasy.
Given the last time they had seen each other, no doubt his company leaves much to be desired in this vulnerable moment. Somnus turns his gaze from her, if she may need privacy to compose herself, or to choose to speak of what just occurred or not. The note has yet to appear, anyway; he can do nothing but remain. ]
Hail, Kisara.