[Reflexively, he glances over to wherever Kashuu happens to be. Either somewhere in the room, or towards the doorway--though it's unlikely that they'll stay apart for long.]
Mm... I realized it's been a week, since 9S-kun's group. So I tried to send him a message, but...
[He shakes his head. It probably makes sense, now, why he'd been so distracted despite his genuine distress over her group.]
[it does. her expression becomes sympathetic. she knows that feeling - she's seen the error message that comes when people are just gone a few times, these past few weeks.]
...I'm so sorry. To just have to wait until he come back, that's...
[especially cruel for yasusada, she thinks, since he'd already experienced one of these things firsthand and would have known just what horrors kashuu could be facing.]
[jiuqing pauses for a moment, contemplating how to phrase it.]
We started off in a house that I didn't recognize at first, but... there was a pile of belongings there, and we sort of felt like they were ours. When we picked them up, that feeling only grew stronger... it was like we belonged there, like we'd had lives we had been living there.
I was convinced I was a soldier. But the four of us had a duty to fulfill, so we didn't question it much. We accompanied a guide to the site of the first part of the ritual, and we had to fight these... small creatures which were carrying tofu. [her brow furrows slightly] Our guide called them tofu boys.
...it was easy. Then, we were asked to come back in sixty years to perform the ritual again.
Yasusada just seems to accept most of this, though--he doesn't look all that surprised at her description of belonging to that place, which isn't surprising since he's been on these journeys himself.
Yes. It felt like sixty years had passed, but at the same time, it... didn't. Still, we had memories of that time... of living our lives out within that land.
We went back to the site, an underground cave, and... conducted the ritual again. This time, the filth manifested in the forms of people we had met here within the prism.
I don't remember my fight. But the people the others fought... they don't remember them now. So I can only assume that I fought the man I couldn't recognize, who helped me when we returned. Percy, he said his name was...
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Mm... I realized it's been a week, since 9S-kun's group. So I tried to send him a message, but...
[He shakes his head. It probably makes sense, now, why he'd been so distracted despite his genuine distress over her group.]
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...I'm so sorry. To just have to wait until he come back, that's...
[especially cruel for yasusada, she thinks, since he'd already experienced one of these things firsthand and would have known just what horrors kashuu could be facing.]
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...I wish we could stop this from happening.
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He looks a little cautious, but--]
...Can I ask what happened?
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We started off in a house that I didn't recognize at first, but... there was a pile of belongings there, and we sort of felt like they were ours. When we picked them up, that feeling only grew stronger... it was like we belonged there, like we'd had lives we had been living there.
I was convinced I was a soldier. But the four of us had a duty to fulfill, so we didn't question it much. We accompanied a guide to the site of the first part of the ritual, and we had to fight these... small creatures which were carrying tofu. [her brow furrows slightly] Our guide called them tofu boys.
...it was easy. Then, we were asked to come back in sixty years to perform the ritual again.
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Yasusada just seems to accept most of this, though--he doesn't look all that surprised at her description of belonging to that place, which isn't surprising since he's been on these journeys himself.
He looks thoughtful.]
Sixty years? [Then... time travel?]
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Yes. It felt like sixty years had passed, but at the same time, it... didn't. Still, we had memories of that time... of living our lives out within that land.
We went back to the site, an underground cave, and... conducted the ritual again. This time, the filth manifested in the forms of people we had met here within the prism.
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You had to fight them?
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[she looks down at her hands.]
I don't remember my fight. But the people the others fought... they don't remember them now. So I can only assume that I fought the man I couldn't recognize, who helped me when we returned. Percy, he said his name was...
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[Hm. Bad. He has no idea how he'd react if Kashuu couldn't remember him.]
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Yes... that's right. Exactly like that.
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[Even as he says it, he feels a little doubtful.]
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I... I don't like not remembering people I should remember.