( She can't place this raspier voice, not at first.
It feels a bittersweet dream. Emilia was never going to watch Red grow older, but there's a swift relief in knowing she did succeed, remembering their conversation now. Her voice is a tad thick when she speaks; it could be from the lingering sleep she chases away.
Could be the understanding something has been lost, even as Red gained. )
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It feels a bittersweet dream. Emilia was never going to watch Red grow older, but there's a swift relief in knowing she did succeed, remembering their conversation now. Her voice is a tad thick when she speaks; it could be from the lingering sleep she chases away.
Could be the understanding something has been lost, even as Red gained. )
May I see you?