That makes two of them. She never really saw what she was falling towards or how far away it was, only the cliff's edge receding (and receding, and receding). Maybe she would have landed in a lake or something. Maybe she would have been fine.
She tries not to think about it.
But she isn't sorry she mentioned it. He gives her no reason to regret bringing it up. She just feels a strange, sad sort of kinship with him. When he looks back at the water, she lets out a slow breath.
"… How do we wake up?" she murmurs after a moment. She'd like to, she thinks. "If this is your dream, can you just… kick me out, or something? Not literally," she hastens to add. And it's not as if she required an invitation to get here in the first place; he seemed as surprised by her arrival as she was.
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She tries not to think about it.
But she isn't sorry she mentioned it. He gives her no reason to regret bringing it up. She just feels a strange, sad sort of kinship with him. When he looks back at the water, she lets out a slow breath.
"… How do we wake up?" she murmurs after a moment. She'd like to, she thinks. "If this is your dream, can you just… kick me out, or something? Not literally," she hastens to add. And it's not as if she required an invitation to get here in the first place; he seemed as surprised by her arrival as she was.