Again, details she either knew or could see herself imagining. Still, the nagging sensation persisted, and Pyrrha watched Jaune curiously. He didn't seem surprised, but then, he also seemed like he was trying to work something out - work out what this was? How this had happened? She's reluctant to believe that it could really be him...reluctant to get her hopes up, really.
"Pigtails?" Even if it's a detail her brain imagined, it makes Pyrrha smile. That's just so Jaune, honestly. Her fingers tighten against his shoulders, and she's not sure if she's testing whether or not he's real (he can't be...right? He can't be.)
"No, I haven't," She admits, biting her lower lip. She can't deny that this new, outside of the usual nightmares. "...but you understand how completely off the rails this sounds. I mean...Jaune, I. I saw it. I saw you..." She knows they literally just promised not to talk about it, but she wants him to understand. She knows there's nothing left, beyond a shadow of a doubt. So how can this be? "I can't say I'd be surprised if my imagination finally conjured this up."
"If what you're saying is real," Doubt colors her tone. "...then you've probably been having the same nightmares. Surely we're warranted a break, by now?"
Jaune's ask is not unreasonable, but Pyrrha frowns, discomforted by it. She had wanted to see Saphron again. Their talk had been brief, colored by grief, but Pyrrha had wanted to know more. All she had left of Jaune was his past, could you blame her?
He asks for a promise like it's fair - like she was ever able to deny him anything. Not in life, and certainly not in death. Pyrrha nods against his shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh. "I will. I promise. I'll visit her."
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"Pigtails?" Even if it's a detail her brain imagined, it makes Pyrrha smile. That's just so Jaune, honestly. Her fingers tighten against his shoulders, and she's not sure if she's testing whether or not he's real (he can't be...right? He can't be.)
"No, I haven't," She admits, biting her lower lip. She can't deny that this new, outside of the usual nightmares. "...but you understand how completely off the rails this sounds. I mean...Jaune, I. I saw it. I saw you..." She knows they literally just promised not to talk about it, but she wants him to understand. She knows there's nothing left, beyond a shadow of a doubt. So how can this be? "I can't say I'd be surprised if my imagination finally conjured this up."
"If what you're saying is real," Doubt colors her tone. "...then you've probably been having the same nightmares. Surely we're warranted a break, by now?"
Jaune's ask is not unreasonable, but Pyrrha frowns, discomforted by it. She had wanted to see Saphron again. Their talk had been brief, colored by grief, but Pyrrha had wanted to know more. All she had left of Jaune was his past, could you blame her?
He asks for a promise like it's fair - like she was ever able to deny him anything. Not in life, and certainly not in death. Pyrrha nods against his shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh. "I will. I promise. I'll visit her."