[Munakata cards his hands through Yukizome's long hair for just a moment, still mystified by the fact that she's alive. Even with all the talk of magic and coming from different points in time, nothing has struck him in the same way as this.
And yet--]
How can you say that? How-- You do know what happened, don't you?
[Despite his questions, he almost doesn't want to know whether or not she remembered her death. He still vividly remembers watching that chandelier fall.]
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And yet--]
How can you say that? How-- You do know what happened, don't you?
[Despite his questions, he almost doesn't want to know whether or not she remembered her death. He still vividly remembers watching that chandelier fall.]