[ Myriad emotions bombard him from every direction.
Darkness. Trepidation. Anxiety. Excitement. Wonder. Warmth. He feels a mother's smile draw at the corners of his lips. Her daughter's radiant grin. That same daughter's concern.
Weakly, Kaito looks up to see two Hibikis staring directly at him. One is a memory. Well, they're technically both memories, considering the fact that they're dead.
And in the same instant that all those feelings assail him, they're gone. There's a faint prickling sensation in the back of his neck, but it too vanishes.
All that remains is the silence of his mind... and the thrum of Hibiki's emotions. Yet the sensation is nothing like what he knows. In his experience, the auras of living beings blanket over him, their emotions washing into his psyche.
Yet now, he feels what she does—concurrently. Rather than absorb what she feels after the fact, he's experiencing it at the same time.
Golds widen. His hand lifts from the notebook, shaky yet steady. It settles on her cheek, and that's when he knows for sure.
Their psyches are linked. Their souls are linked.
'Holy shit.'
O̴h̴,̸ ̵g̵o̸d̸f̶u̵c̴k̷i̸n̶g̴d̶a̵m̶m̴i̸t̶.̶
Both voices convey clearly, directly into the blonde's mind. ]
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Darkness. Trepidation. Anxiety. Excitement. Wonder. Warmth. He feels a mother's smile draw at the corners of his lips. Her daughter's radiant grin. That same daughter's concern.
Weakly, Kaito looks up to see two Hibikis staring directly at him. One is a memory. Well, they're technically both memories, considering the fact that they're dead.
And in the same instant that all those feelings assail him, they're gone. There's a faint prickling sensation in the back of his neck, but it too vanishes.
All that remains is the silence of his mind... and the thrum of Hibiki's emotions. Yet the sensation is nothing like what he knows. In his experience, the auras of living beings blanket over him, their emotions washing into his psyche.
Yet now, he feels what she does—concurrently. Rather than absorb what she feels after the fact, he's experiencing it at the same time.
Golds widen. His hand lifts from the notebook, shaky yet steady. It settles on her cheek, and that's when he knows for sure.
Their psyches are linked. Their souls are linked.
'Holy shit.'
O̴h̴,̸ ̵g̵o̸d̸f̶u̵c̴k̷i̸n̶g̴d̶a̵m̶m̴i̸t̶.̶
Both voices convey clearly, directly into the blonde's mind. ]