[ She nods, scrambling to get around the counter and head for the door. Halfway there she hesitates, glancing towards the stairwell. But it wasn't the real Sojiro, she knew that. Just a part of the memory, like a cognitive being in the Metaverse. No point trying to grab anything either for the same reason. Even if, just for a moment, she was home.
With a frustrated noise she sets off again, expecting Naoto to already be ahead of her. ]
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With a frustrated noise she sets off again, expecting Naoto to already be ahead of her. ]