[ It takes her a few moments to adjust to the sudden transition. A tree stands healthy, lush, and vibrant on a solitary island amidst a sea.
Awe strikes her at being suddenly transported to this, enough that she's silenced by her own wonder. Rem steps away from his touch towards the tree, craning her neck to look upon its boughs. She may be unfamiliar with the terms "sea of your heart" and "seven emotion tree", but the context is clear. This is hers, and he's somehow brought her to behold it...
To make a point. That hers is alive and that his, in contrast, is dead.
Rem has a thousand and more questions about this space, the tree, how he has the power to take them here, and everything else, but today is not the day to ask. This isn't about her, and she doesn't wish to be distracted. She turns from the tree to face him. ]
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Awe strikes her at being suddenly transported to this, enough that she's silenced by her own wonder. Rem steps away from his touch towards the tree, craning her neck to look upon its boughs. She may be unfamiliar with the terms "sea of your heart" and "seven emotion tree", but the context is clear. This is hers, and he's somehow brought her to behold it...
To make a point. That hers is alive and that his, in contrast, is dead.
Rem has a thousand and more questions about this space, the tree, how he has the power to take them here, and everything else, but today is not the day to ask. This isn't about her, and she doesn't wish to be distracted. She turns from the tree to face him. ]
I want to see it.
[ She extends her hand. ] Yours.... The real one.