[ When her eyes open, Ai feels entirely different. She feels no different at all. She feels worn down to the bone and well rested all at once. Her eyelashes are still wet with tears and she has the brief, foolish thought of how strange it is that the tears she cried in a dream would have soaked her face in reality as well.
She stays where she is for a long, quiet moment, her head still spinning and her heart still lodged in her throat. It really does seem too good and too awful to be true all at once and she can't quite make herself believe she'd seen or heard any of it.
Me too. I've been dead all this time too.
What a miserable tragedy. It even moved a corpse to tears.
Finally, slowly, Ai sits up. As she rights herself on the sofa, a few remaining tears break free and make their way down her face but she dries them with a swipe of her sleeve over her eyes. ]
... You're horrible, you know. Horrible. Making a girl cry like this.
[ It's a joke to try and break the tension, even if she can practically feel how flat it falls. Even after all that - or maybe especially after all that - she can't quite bring herself to meet his gaze just yet.
She wonders just what sort of face she'd made as she cried. ]
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She stays where she is for a long, quiet moment, her head still spinning and her heart still lodged in her throat. It really does seem too good and too awful to be true all at once and she can't quite make herself believe she'd seen or heard any of it.
Me too. I've been dead all this time too.
What a miserable tragedy. It even moved a corpse to tears.
Finally, slowly, Ai sits up. As she rights herself on the sofa, a few remaining tears break free and make their way down her face but she dries them with a swipe of her sleeve over her eyes. ]
... You're horrible, you know. Horrible. Making a girl cry like this.
[ It's a joke to try and break the tension, even if she can practically feel how flat it falls. Even after all that - or maybe especially after all that - she can't quite bring herself to meet his gaze just yet.
She wonders just what sort of face she'd made as she cried. ]