I sit back, finally releasing his shoulder and folding my hands on my own lap, listening to him explain. I can tell by the way he's piecing his words together that he's remembering as he speaks, the same way I've been doing for the last day or so. What happened to him? What happened to me?
"Blue jacket. I wore a blue jacket in my dream." I confirm. And there was a girl in pink, too.
I pause, blinking a few times. "No, that can't be right." Zangyack triggered something, but nothing clear, nothing concise, nothing I'm confident about. "Why were we fighting Zangyack? I was a part of Zangyack." That was the military I was involved in, the time that I shared with, I guess, the real version of Sid-sempai. Don wasn't there, then.
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Date: 2012-04-17 03:33 pm (UTC)"Blue jacket. I wore a blue jacket in my dream." I confirm. And there was a girl in pink, too.
I pause, blinking a few times. "No, that can't be right." Zangyack triggered something, but nothing clear, nothing concise, nothing I'm confident about. "Why were we fighting Zangyack? I was a part of Zangyack." That was the military I was involved in, the time that I shared with, I guess, the real version of Sid-sempai. Don wasn't there, then.