"Of course I do." Pyrrha murmurs, tucking her face in between Jaune's shoulder and neck, just holding him. It's a miracle just to be able to do that, to let him know that he is loved and cared about so deeply. And if it helps banish the nightmare, but all means. "Neither should you." Pyrrha nods at his suggestion; it's a decent hour, tired enough to fall asleep but early enough to have a decent amount of time together.
"That's fair," Pyrrha smiles, amusement alight in her eyes despite all of the grave truth that Jinn had told them. It was kind of funny, if only in it's utter absurdity.
"I've never heard of such a thing." Pyrrha admitted, pulling back enough to look at Jaune quizzically when he mentioned more than one Remnant. "...I don't understand, how can that be? Are we the only difference? And if that's so...have we made other things different, by virtue of each of us surviving?"
She's glad to see he's banished the nightmare entirely, but for one wild, wheeling moment, she thinks he's going to suggest they ask Jinn. Pleasantly, that doesn't seem to be the case - Pyrrha has no idea how they'd go about that anyway, besides one of them stealing the lamp, which was bound to be trouble.
"Okay," Pyrrha says slowly, following Jaune's logic. This wasn't a vision of the past, however, but a vision of the present. Still, it was a dream, above all else - Pyrrha knew she was asleep. So at the very least, it was a lucid dream.
She closes her eyes to focus - imagine that, closing her eyes in a dream - and conjures up the room she's staying in. It's her friend Linnie's place, and Team JNPR was staying in the office, sardines on the floor. It's cramped, but it's better than staying outside - and it wasn't like they needed a lot of space anyway. The room materializes around them as Pyrrha wills it to - small, with a desk and bookshelves, and a pile of sleeping bags at their feet. There's one window that looks out to the sound, the Atlas base twinkling in the distance.
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Date: 2019-01-31 04:36 pm (UTC)"That's fair," Pyrrha smiles, amusement alight in her eyes despite all of the grave truth that Jinn had told them. It was kind of funny, if only in it's utter absurdity.
"I've never heard of such a thing." Pyrrha admitted, pulling back enough to look at Jaune quizzically when he mentioned more than one Remnant. "...I don't understand, how can that be? Are we the only difference? And if that's so...have we made other things different, by virtue of each of us surviving?"
She's glad to see he's banished the nightmare entirely, but for one wild, wheeling moment, she thinks he's going to suggest they ask Jinn. Pleasantly, that doesn't seem to be the case - Pyrrha has no idea how they'd go about that anyway, besides one of them stealing the lamp, which was bound to be trouble.
"Okay," Pyrrha says slowly, following Jaune's logic. This wasn't a vision of the past, however, but a vision of the present. Still, it was a dream, above all else - Pyrrha knew she was asleep. So at the very least, it was a lucid dream.
She closes her eyes to focus - imagine that, closing her eyes in a dream - and conjures up the room she's staying in. It's her friend Linnie's place, and Team JNPR was staying in the office, sardines on the floor. It's cramped, but it's better than staying outside - and it wasn't like they needed a lot of space anyway. The room materializes around them as Pyrrha wills it to - small, with a desk and bookshelves, and a pile of sleeping bags at their feet. There's one window that looks out to the sound, the Atlas base twinkling in the distance.