[Yu is normally so observant, but between the sun beating down and the extremely realistic conditions, he's distracted enough that he doesn't catch the softness in her expression, the lilting hint of something more. He thinks he catches a particular kind of weight in her words, something close to relatable, if a bit off-center. The same tone he might have if he met a friend he hadn't seen in a while, maybe...
Ah. A fallen tree.
It's with a grateful look that he takes her hand. Izanagi stirs within him, the tug of the Fool; the feel of seeing a long-lost friend after way too long; the surety of knowing you're going to like someone. He recognizes these sensations, the connection, even as he has to set it aside to handle the task at hand. He hoists himself up and over, with her help.]
Somehow, I don't doubt that for a second. [And maybe the nostalgia remains in his tone as he says it; it's relatable, the idea of being surrounded by that uniqueness. That seems to be something they share in common.]
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Ah. A fallen tree.
It's with a grateful look that he takes her hand. Izanagi stirs within him, the tug of the Fool; the feel of seeing a long-lost friend after way too long; the surety of knowing you're going to like someone. He recognizes these sensations, the connection, even as he has to set it aside to handle the task at hand. He hoists himself up and over, with her help.]
Somehow, I don't doubt that for a second. [And maybe the nostalgia remains in his tone as he says it; it's relatable, the idea of being surrounded by that uniqueness. That seems to be something they share in common.]