The moment Naoto registers that, she knows whose memories she might be present in. After all, while she didn't recognize the primary school personally, but could identify the uniform. Immediately, it felt wrong; she hadn't even bore witness his Shadow and yet, she's here? She recalls something happening while they were on the ship, but... no, first things first, she hurries down the hallway.
Thank goodness for Futaba's bright hair color, but that's concerning too. Futaba was here? "Futaba-san?"
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The moment Naoto registers that, she knows whose memories she might be present in. After all, while she didn't recognize the primary school personally, but could identify the uniform. Immediately, it felt wrong; she hadn't even bore witness his Shadow and yet, she's here? She recalls something happening while they were on the ship, but... no, first things first, she hurries down the hallway.
Thank goodness for Futaba's bright hair color, but that's concerning too. Futaba was here? "Futaba-san?"