[ Oh god he made a mistake. Though, she has surprised him before by not asking further about other complicated topics. Maybe he won't have to describe this stuff too deeply... Maybe. ]
[Her hand drops from her lips to clutch the front of her shirt, and she leans in more closely, almost pleadingly.]
I-I mean, rescue people from the past, or the future! Does that mean my friends could still be out there?
[It's been half a year already, and she's yet to see any of her friends, or even talk to anyone who's familiar with her ideas of a Super High School Level. She'd been convinced they were dead!
...If it's the past, does that mean Rantaro might still be alive?]
[ That's probably the most accurate way to put it. The Hunger consumed both of their worlds, but they are from very different points in time along their... not quite mutual timeline. ]
[Her fingers grip her shirt more tightly, as if that might ease the sharp, aching pain that's suddenly lodged itself right in the middle of her chest.]
I-I just assumed Tanaka-kun and Komaeda-san were from... from a different version of Japan, b-but... you're saying Aragaki-kun came from your past? Like, you're really sure about that? But you both remember the Hunger coming for your worlds so...
[ She's right. It would be a different version of Japan. ]
They're... It's like.... [ Sigh. Okay. He can do this. He can... Explain a thing....... ] Each timeline is its own world, I guess. And there may be only a minor difference. Like a different brand of MP3 player was purchased.... Or you named a different composer once...
[For once, she doesn't have a quick response, rocking back speechlessly on her heels. Everything about their time on the moonbase sounds like something out of a sci-fi anime, including the fact that they're on a dang moon, but parallel timelines is something way, way weirder.]
S-So... you're saying that you and Aragaki-kun... he's not the Aragaki-kun you spent time with? And he was friends with a different Arisato-kun?
[She presses her lips tightly together, staring down at her fingers loosely holding the edge of her skirt. So if that's true, then somewhere out there is a killing game that hasn't started yet, a world where Rantaro is still alive. A world where Rantaro never died, even. A world where all of them died, or a world where she couldn't convince everyone she was the culprit and they all died, or--
It's easy to spiral and only think of the bad things. She forcefully shoves those away to dwell on later. Probably in the middle of the night when she can't sleep.
Speaking of sleep...]
Sorry, are you tired...? We can head back to the cabin together, if you want.
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Like the past. Or future.
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[Her hand drops from her lips to clutch the front of her shirt, and she leans in more closely, almost pleadingly.]
I-I mean, rescue people from the past, or the future! Does that mean my friends could still be out there?
[It's been half a year already, and she's yet to see any of her friends, or even talk to anyone who's familiar with her ideas of a Super High School Level. She'd been convinced they were dead!
...If it's the past, does that mean Rantaro might still be alive?]
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[ That's probably the most accurate way to put it. The Hunger consumed both of their worlds, but they are from very different points in time along their... not quite mutual timeline. ]
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[Her fingers grip her shirt more tightly, as if that might ease the sharp, aching pain that's suddenly lodged itself right in the middle of her chest.]
I-I just assumed Tanaka-kun and Komaeda-san were from... from a different version of Japan, b-but... you're saying Aragaki-kun came from your past? Like, you're really sure about that? But you both remember the Hunger coming for your worlds so...
Aaaah, jeez!! How can that be possible?
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They're... It's like.... [ Sigh. Okay. He can do this. He can... Explain a thing....... ] Each timeline is its own world, I guess. And there may be only a minor difference. Like a different brand of MP3 player was purchased.... Or you named a different composer once...
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[For once, she doesn't have a quick response, rocking back speechlessly on her heels. Everything about their time on the moonbase sounds like something out of a sci-fi anime, including the fact that they're on a dang moon, but parallel timelines is something way, way weirder.]
S-So... you're saying that you and Aragaki-kun... he's not the Aragaki-kun you spent time with? And he was friends with a different Arisato-kun?
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We can't both be here otherwise.
[ It doesn't bother him at all. Shinji's still Shinji and they can deal with any major differences when it comes up. Not a big deal. ]
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[She presses her lips tightly together, staring down at her fingers loosely holding the edge of her skirt. So if that's true, then somewhere out there is a killing game that hasn't started yet, a world where Rantaro is still alive. A world where Rantaro never died, even. A world where all of them died, or a world where she couldn't convince everyone she was the culprit and they all died, or--
It's easy to spiral and only think of the bad things. She forcefully shoves those away to dwell on later. Probably in the middle of the night when she can't sleep.
Speaking of sleep...]
Sorry, are you tired...? We can head back to the cabin together, if you want.
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[ He's talked so much... The cabin has. Beds... Sleep. ]
Yeah.