[He lifts his head slowly, noticing she's there, before his gaze awkwardly moves back to the jar. It's quite clear up close that this is a jar of fireflies.]
I... didn't see her body. [ her throat tightens at the idea of her body. how did she die? ayaka has no idea, and that only lets her imagination run. ] But I... don't think he was lying about this.
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[He lifts his head slowly, noticing she's there, before his gaze awkwardly moves back to the jar. It's quite clear up close that this is a jar of fireflies.]
Yes. They have little lights.
[He doesn't know what they're called.]
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[ this is a joke, right? she’s feeling an oppressive guilt in her chest over the death of one of their own and here she is, talking about bugs. ]
Fireflies. [ she pauses, and then adds, just in case: ] That’s what they’re called. Fireflies.
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[He falls into silence again, his expression...barely even there, but there's a tightness in his eyes.]
So that man wasn't lying, was he.
[About someone being dead.]
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[ ... ]
I... didn't see her body. [ her throat tightens at the idea of her body. how did she die? ayaka has no idea, and that only lets her imagination run. ] But I... don't think he was lying about this.
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[Like. How can they believe what he says? At all?]
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[ she, right now, doesn't know who or what to believe. when it comes to magic, not even your own memory or sight can be reliable. ]