[dreams are so strong. memories even stronger. and that single combination can keep someone trapped indefinitely, even after dawn breaks.
so it's not a surprise that Buzen's so ensnared -- everything is realistic in a dream. the sound of waves lapping against the shore, of blades striking flesh, of the screams and cries of both soldiers and peasants falling against castle stone and sand. this is all from buzen's memory, so not a single thing in it is false.
except for Itsuki, the one anomaly. usually, this is enough to snap the dreamer awake -- seeing itsuki should break the illusion, but it holds fast around them, which tells itsuki just how terrible a memory this is. this is a dream, and buzen is the dreamer.
he looks down at the pure white of his sleepwear, and it takes only a second for it turn a dark inky purple instead, shifting into a modern kimono. a soldier cuts someone down near him and he flinches, but the spray of blood that lashes onto him turns into petals instead -- soft and pink.
another anomaly, something else that doesn't quite fit in.
he can only hope that it works.]
...Buzen. You're not here anymore. You're in a dream.
[Itsuki drifts closer, pitches his voice louder over the sounds of fighting,]
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so it's not a surprise that Buzen's so ensnared -- everything is realistic in a dream. the sound of waves lapping against the shore, of blades striking flesh, of the screams and cries of both soldiers and peasants falling against castle stone and sand. this is all from buzen's memory, so not a single thing in it is false.
except for Itsuki, the one anomaly. usually, this is enough to snap the dreamer awake -- seeing itsuki should break the illusion, but it holds fast around them, which tells itsuki just how terrible a memory this is. this is a dream, and buzen is the dreamer.
he looks down at the pure white of his sleepwear, and it takes only a second for it turn a dark inky purple instead, shifting into a modern kimono. a soldier cuts someone down near him and he flinches, but the spray of blood that lashes onto him turns into petals instead -- soft and pink.
another anomaly, something else that doesn't quite fit in.
he can only hope that it works.]
...Buzen. You're not here anymore. You're in a dream.
[Itsuki drifts closer, pitches his voice louder over the sounds of fighting,]
...I'm the one who brought you here, remember?