On one hand, it's not real. She has already received a firm reminder of that fact, that she is merely an observer in one large, lifelike illusion. There is nothing she can do to change this, nothing she can do to help.
On the other hand, seeing him like this is breaking her heart. Even as the winged beings (so, his world has those?) fly away from the site, she watches them for only the briefest of moments before returning her attention to him. Her hand hovers near, as if debating whether to give him a consoling touch.
"I wish I could help..." she says softly, to herself.
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On one hand, it's not real. She has already received a firm reminder of that fact, that she is merely an observer in one large, lifelike illusion. There is nothing she can do to change this, nothing she can do to help.
On the other hand, seeing him like this is breaking her heart. Even as the winged beings (so, his world has those?) fly away from the site, she watches them for only the briefest of moments before returning her attention to him. Her hand hovers near, as if debating whether to give him a consoling touch.
"I wish I could help..." she says softly, to herself.