[ The first few weeks are the nightmare were hard. Rinoa disappeared into herself in a way she never really had before, spending a lot of time in her apartment with Angelo and Felix while she tried to process what happened - the things she saw, and felt, the things of which she dreamed. Time's moving for the first time in a long time and she's done almost nothing with it, lost in her own private reverie. If her friends were here, they'd hardly recognize her, she thinksβ
It's that thought that somehow shakes her out of it. Friends, but she has friends here too, friends who went through the same difficulties as her and now are being completely ignored and avoided. And so it's with some guilt that she goes out in search of them, leaving her animal companions curled up dozing on the couch, her apartment near-dark from the deep of their sleep.
She's not surprised to find Parsee at the shrine bridge. She is surprised to see it changed, so different now to how it used to be. Her head tilts as she approaches the other, curiosity written over her features. ]
When did it change? [ A pause, and then: ] I'm sorry I haven't caught up with you since the nightmare.
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It's that thought that somehow shakes her out of it. Friends, but she has friends here too, friends who went through the same difficulties as her and now are being completely ignored and avoided. And so it's with some guilt that she goes out in search of them, leaving her animal companions curled up dozing on the couch, her apartment near-dark from the deep of their sleep.
She's not surprised to find Parsee at the shrine bridge. She is surprised to see it changed, so different now to how it used to be. Her head tilts as she approaches the other, curiosity written over her features. ]
When did it change? [ A pause, and then: ] I'm sorry I haven't caught up with you since the nightmare.