Technically he could have used that as proof of course. He'd thought so in the first place, but hadn't wanted to show off what he had. That had been where he kept Weather's disc after all- that little ghost pouch. If he didn't still have it, it must have returned to the bag somehow.
That was what he'd thought at least.
He knows the gun isn't in there anymore- it was dropped in the ocean. But what about everything else then? His computer? His...
Emporio remains behind the box, but he starts to shake the more he searches his pockets. He can feel the pouch at least. Small, unassuming. But something feels wrong about it. The more he feels the fabric over the more he finds himself shaking, curling up tightly and shrinking further behind the box.
He can't feel any 'ghost'.]
...n...none of this is real, is it..? ...Even...even when I thought I made it...
[His words choke out, and tears start to wet his face. The boat rocks beneath them, and he can barely think to keep his words to himself.
He doesn't know that he would even if the thought came.] After everyone....after hermana, even...
CW: ...unreality? I think that's the right warning phrase
Technically he could have used that as proof of course. He'd thought so in the first place, but hadn't wanted to show off what he had. That had been where he kept Weather's disc after all- that little ghost pouch. If he didn't still have it, it must have returned to the bag somehow.
That was what he'd thought at least.
He knows the gun isn't in there anymore- it was dropped in the ocean. But what about everything else then? His computer? His...
Emporio remains behind the box, but he starts to shake the more he searches his pockets. He can feel the pouch at least. Small, unassuming. But something feels wrong about it. The more he feels the fabric over the more he finds himself shaking, curling up tightly and shrinking further behind the box.
He can't feel any 'ghost'.]
...n...none of this is real, is it..? ...Even...even when I thought I made it...
[His words choke out, and tears start to wet his face. The boat rocks beneath them, and he can barely think to keep his words to himself.
He doesn't know that he would even if the thought came.] After everyone....after hermana, even...
It still wasn't enough..?