The nagging feeling that this is different is still there, subtle, tugging at her. Perhaps she'll ponder it in her waking hours - or maybe it will fade, just as this dream will fade, in time. She doesn't want it to, doesn't want it to end (but all good things, it seems, must).
No, Pyrrha was never forthright like this when Jaune was alive. It's perhaps one of the biggest regrets she'll ever have - or maybe not. Maybe it was better, to have had the moments that she did with him than to ruin it by being too candid. But here, like this, she has nothing to lose (there is nothing this dream can take away from her that isn't already gone).
Again, her dream conjures up details from her own travels, takes them and twists them into something better, something where Jaune is with them. She doesn't mention it, but - Jaune hesitates, and that's definitely weird. The weirdness comes into stark contrast when he explains about where the metal came from, and Pyrrha freezes a little as she tries to work it out.
"What was...left? What do you mean?" She has a sinking feeling about this, something that tastes like iron at the back of her throat and she doesn't like that at all, doesn't like where this implication is leading. His hug tightens and Pyrrha all but wills Jaune to stay - to stay here, with her, and to stay him, and not transform into some other vision, of someone she'd rather not meet, even in her dreams. She swallows, voice tight. "I miss you too, Jaune. More than...more than I could ever say."
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No, Pyrrha was never forthright like this when Jaune was alive. It's perhaps one of the biggest regrets she'll ever have - or maybe not. Maybe it was better, to have had the moments that she did with him than to ruin it by being too candid. But here, like this, she has nothing to lose (there is nothing this dream can take away from her that isn't already gone).
Again, her dream conjures up details from her own travels, takes them and twists them into something better, something where Jaune is with them. She doesn't mention it, but - Jaune hesitates, and that's definitely weird. The weirdness comes into stark contrast when he explains about where the metal came from, and Pyrrha freezes a little as she tries to work it out.
"What was...left? What do you mean?" She has a sinking feeling about this, something that tastes like iron at the back of her throat and she doesn't like that at all, doesn't like where this implication is leading. His hug tightens and Pyrrha all but wills Jaune to stay - to stay here, with her, and to stay him, and not transform into some other vision, of someone she'd rather not meet, even in her dreams. She swallows, voice tight. "I miss you too, Jaune. More than...more than I could ever say."