Ah, well, rest in peace, little mailbox. We barely knew ye, etc., etc.
Koby steps outside slowly, bracing himself like he's expecting the sun to burn him somehow. Instead it's warm, but not -- not right, not as warm as it should be. Koby knows the sun, knows thirst and exhaustion and sweating through his shirt in the heat of the day, out on the middle of the open sea, no shade anywhere. That kind of sun is bright, like this sun, but there's none of that blazing, inescapable brilliance. It feels...fake, somehow.
The altered tree makes him jump, still holding that vase -- he's definitely going to end up chucking it at someone's head, just you wait. Then he slowly follows Izutsumi over to the tree, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and touching the trunk, fingertips first. "It...feels real. But I -- I saw it change. I heard the storm, earlier, but now it's gone." It's so wrong. It's so wrong.
Swallowing hard, he pulls his hand away, looking downwards, then venturing: "Do you...remember that woman? She was talking to me, before I woke up, telling me this was my home, that I belonged here. Did she tell you that too?"
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Koby steps outside slowly, bracing himself like he's expecting the sun to burn him somehow. Instead it's warm, but not -- not right, not as warm as it should be. Koby knows the sun, knows thirst and exhaustion and sweating through his shirt in the heat of the day, out on the middle of the open sea, no shade anywhere. That kind of sun is bright, like this sun, but there's none of that blazing, inescapable brilliance. It feels...fake, somehow.
The altered tree makes him jump, still holding that vase -- he's definitely going to end up chucking it at someone's head, just you wait. Then he slowly follows Izutsumi over to the tree, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and touching the trunk, fingertips first. "It...feels real. But I -- I saw it change. I heard the storm, earlier, but now it's gone." It's so wrong. It's so wrong.
Swallowing hard, he pulls his hand away, looking downwards, then venturing: "Do you...remember that woman? She was talking to me, before I woke up, telling me this was my home, that I belonged here. Did she tell you that too?"