[Unused to these forms of comfort, or much human contact at all (still), Rose tenses and her fist closes around one very pointy wand again. It would be so easy to drive it forward, one quick motion, to quell the illusion trying to suffocate her out of existence.
But illusions, no matter how real, do not breathe, and she can feel Morgan breathing (though she isn't doing so great in that department herself). They made more sense in their words than Tsuna, who has a disarmingly incorrect way with words.
Rose does not cry, and remains unable to exact control over her intermittent tremble.]
I don't know what happened in there. [Things are still happening, she can- can see it almost, but with no way to tell what is real and what is fabricated even in the best futures.]
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But illusions, no matter how real, do not breathe, and she can feel Morgan breathing (though she isn't doing so great in that department herself). They made more sense in their words than Tsuna, who has a disarmingly incorrect way with words.
Rose does not cry, and remains unable to exact control over her intermittent tremble.]
I don't know what happened in there. [Things are still happening, she can- can see it almost, but with no way to tell what is real and what is fabricated even in the best futures.]