[And that's all she can manage for a few moments. An objection sits at the top of her throat and she swallows it down; Makoto wouldn't lie to her. People have arrived from all sorts of places in time before, so how impossible is it that someone would arrive days later from the same world?
But she doesn't say what happened after spending so long trying to put this behind her—she doesn't leave, either, though, doesn't demand to know why he's telling her this, because maybe it should mean something, for her to know, for the sake of their friends' memories.]
...Okay.
[She folds her arms in front of her, but she leans forward, just a little, too.]
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[And that's all she can manage for a few moments. An objection sits at the top of her throat and she swallows it down; Makoto wouldn't lie to her. People have arrived from all sorts of places in time before, so how impossible is it that someone would arrive days later from the same world?
But she doesn't say what happened after spending so long trying to put this behind her—she doesn't leave, either, though, doesn't demand to know why he's telling her this, because maybe it should mean something, for her to know, for the sake of their friends' memories.]
...Okay.
[She folds her arms in front of her, but she leans forward, just a little, too.]