[ Kanji getting her out of her memory dream was more of a gradual, slow process, of building a bridge of trust then using it to remind her of reality. This is like throwing a bucket of cold water over her in comparison.
Effective, though.
Futaba jumps to her feet, whipping around and grabbing the counter to keep herself from falling and to steady herself against the mental whiplash. ]
What the hell, how do you know about that?!
[ The world rumbles around them, the world of the memory starting to fall apart and dissolve. ]
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Effective, though.
Futaba jumps to her feet, whipping around and grabbing the counter to keep herself from falling and to steady herself against the mental whiplash. ]
What the hell, how do you know about that?!
[ The world rumbles around them, the world of the memory starting to fall apart and dissolve. ]