[Rei swallows hard at that, her strokes not abating in the slightest. It's a difficult question to answer. But honestly? Usagi needs the truth, if she hadn't already worked it out.]
A dream of the past. During the Cataclysm. The war with the gods. It's only a dream, but it's...a memory too. Something we all shared, long ago.
[The leather of her armor creaks slightly as she shifts, looking up through the veil at a demolished house and the broken shell of a Voltorb, and her head shakes. So much senseless violence, for pride and man's hubris.]
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[Rei swallows hard at that, her strokes not abating in the slightest. It's a difficult question to answer. But honestly? Usagi needs the truth, if she hadn't already worked it out.]
A dream of the past. During the Cataclysm. The war with the gods. It's only a dream, but it's...a memory too. Something we all shared, long ago.
[The leather of her armor creaks slightly as she shifts, looking up through the veil at a demolished house and the broken shell of a Voltorb, and her head shakes. So much senseless violence, for pride and man's hubris.]
Have you had dreams like this before?