Realization is slow to break, but when it does, it hits Irhya like a brick. She inhales sharply, and not as a result of the wave of energy that flows past her.

"...Ah, yes... I suppose I do tire of this charade."

And then, it's just gone, leaving them back floating in space.

...That's right. This is her reality now. Never mind that she'd never willingly suffer the same situation twice if it meant life and death. But that Nanamo herself was the one who had to come to her rescue, to pull her out of a place of guilt for her... it's more than a little embarrassing. It's not that she wouldn't know, surely; it must be the same for Castor, after all, and any others who might have ever shared the same fate, in any given world. The Scions each lost things, individually and as a whole, but Nanamo... Nanamo lost time.

Irhya is staring straight down into the abyss below them until she takes her savior's hand after a long, tense stretch, leading her to the airship waiting to take them away from here.

"I'm sorry. You should not have had to see that."