Watching him laugh mirthlessly, Reimi finds herself struck with a sudden pang of regret that she never took the time to get to know Kit better. It's clear that even without the burden of awakening, he was carrying a great deal of weight on his shoulders. For her to dive in like this with such reckless abandon almost felt as if she were violating that privacy.
But there was no avoiding that now, was there? She wouldn't be able to keep him safe through this ordeal if she averted her eyes now.
Kit's apology startles a laugh out of her, at once fond and a little bittersweet. It's an understandable thing to say, given her appearance, but the truth was - "Don't worry. There's not much that frightens me anymore."
How could there be? She lived and died with the rise and fall of the sun now. She'd spent fifteen years helplessly watching the mutilated victims of Kira pass wordlessly by her before finally confronting him herself. She'd stared blindly into the future as the demons of the alleyway whispered against the back of her neck.
They could discuss the implications of her witnessing this whenever it was over. But Reimi refused to back down or look away from whatever was to come. It was unthinkable.
With a nod in return for his own, she and Orias close the small gap between themselves and the tear in the dreamscape. She pauses and turns only once, to shoot a reassuring look Kit's way. "Don't be afraid, alright? I won't let anything hurt you."
And that was a promise she intended to keep, even against the snarling white beast she continues to glimpse through the rip. Pulling her face into an equally steely expression, she and her persona latch their hands around the bottom corner of the tear...and pull.
for what, trying to wrestle the sun???
But there was no avoiding that now, was there? She wouldn't be able to keep him safe through this ordeal if she averted her eyes now.
Kit's apology startles a laugh out of her, at once fond and a little bittersweet. It's an understandable thing to say, given her appearance, but the truth was - "Don't worry. There's not much that frightens me anymore."
How could there be? She lived and died with the rise and fall of the sun now. She'd spent fifteen years helplessly watching the mutilated victims of Kira pass wordlessly by her before finally confronting him herself. She'd stared blindly into the future as the demons of the alleyway whispered against the back of her neck.
They could discuss the implications of her witnessing this whenever it was over. But Reimi refused to back down or look away from whatever was to come. It was unthinkable.
With a nod in return for his own, she and Orias close the small gap between themselves and the tear in the dreamscape. She pauses and turns only once, to shoot a reassuring look Kit's way. "Don't be afraid, alright? I won't let anything hurt you."
And that was a promise she intended to keep, even against the snarling white beast she continues to glimpse through the rip. Pulling her face into an equally steely expression, she and her persona latch their hands around the bottom corner of the tear...and pull.