For a moment, she can feel the void where her brother's presence used to be. Empty and hollow, the feeling stayed with her even after she saw that strange dream and remembering one word very clearly in her mind.
Persona? The facade used by people in their life?
Before she can ponder any longer, Miyako woke up in a river with a start. Fortunately, she's on the more shallow end of the river, but the fact did nothing to calm her down. She's cold, wet - tch, even her sarashi's drenched and it added to her irritation - and most of all, the most surprising thing for her to notice: the empty feeling was gone.
Yamato's presence was back and here. He's...
"Yamato."
Her anger was renewed, forcibly pushing aside her confusion in order to focus on locating him.
A young "man" can be seen stepping out of the river, wet and seemingly not troubled by the cold. Whoever was close enough to them, they can see that they're not very pleased about something.
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For a moment, she can feel the void where her brother's presence used to be. Empty and hollow, the feeling stayed with her even after she saw that strange dream and remembering one word very clearly in her mind.
Persona? The facade used by people in their life?
Before she can ponder any longer, Miyako woke up in a river with a start. Fortunately, she's on the more shallow end of the river, but the fact did nothing to calm her down. She's cold, wet - tch, even her sarashi's drenched and it added to her irritation - and most of all, the most surprising thing for her to notice: the empty feeling was gone.
Yamato's presence was back and here. He's...
"Yamato."
Her anger was renewed, forcibly pushing aside her confusion in order to focus on locating him.
A young "man" can be seen stepping out of the river, wet and seemingly not troubled by the cold. Whoever was close enough to them, they can see that they're not very pleased about something.