"I guess so. But that just makes them even more precious."
As precious as the scene they now found themselves in, wrought with nostalgia as much as a silent sort of danger. Reimi can't help but find herself looking at the faceless students passing them by, checking their uniforms to see if perhaps this were a scene more closely tied to her heart. It wasn't, but that did nothing to dim the familiarity of the whole thing. Even the rumors of disappearances...
It must mean something completely different to the both of them, but it's enough to solidify her choice to share her story. Kit had given her what amounted to a confirmation, anyway. As she walks sedately alongside him her gaze remains fixed on the imagery in front of them, expression carefully neutral as she begins to speak again.
"When I was sixteen our neighbors had a family emergency. They had to leave town immediately, but couldn't take their little son with them. I babysat for him all the time, so they asked if I could watch him for the night."
Relating the memory makes it feel sharper than it had even when she'd first regained it, and there's a bittersweet note to the laughter that rings from her lips. It had all been such a trivial event in the beginning. How could anyone have known?
"I didn't mind. Rohan always liked to snuggle with me in my bed whenever we had sleepovers." The smile drains away slowly, leaving that same carefully blank look in its place. "Except, that night...I woke up to the sound of something dripping in the hallway."
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As precious as the scene they now found themselves in, wrought with nostalgia as much as a silent sort of danger. Reimi can't help but find herself looking at the faceless students passing them by, checking their uniforms to see if perhaps this were a scene more closely tied to her heart. It wasn't, but that did nothing to dim the familiarity of the whole thing. Even the rumors of disappearances...
It must mean something completely different to the both of them, but it's enough to solidify her choice to share her story. Kit had given her what amounted to a confirmation, anyway. As she walks sedately alongside him her gaze remains fixed on the imagery in front of them, expression carefully neutral as she begins to speak again.
"When I was sixteen our neighbors had a family emergency. They had to leave town immediately, but couldn't take their little son with them. I babysat for him all the time, so they asked if I could watch him for the night."
Relating the memory makes it feel sharper than it had even when she'd first regained it, and there's a bittersweet note to the laughter that rings from her lips. It had all been such a trivial event in the beginning. How could anyone have known?
"I didn't mind. Rohan always liked to snuggle with me in my bed whenever we had sleepovers." The smile drains away slowly, leaving that same carefully blank look in its place. "Except, that night...I woke up to the sound of something dripping in the hallway."