[ Saying his name is like flipping a switch in her head and it all comes back. All of it. The time spent alone, facing her Shadow and the cognitive being masquerading as her mother, slowly inching her way back out into society, the Phantom Thieves, the rise and fall of their popularity, becoming a wanted fugitive, Sojiro demanding answers, Akechi's final, terrible trap... and Ren, Ren being there the whole time. Helping her every step of the way. Giving advice, or just listening... even stepping between her and her uncle when he'd-
She can't help it. She ducks against him, and as she does, she's back to her normal height and weight and build. And while that hasn't added that much strength, she's using every bit of it to cling to him like a rock in a storm.
She's trying to find the right words, and they're coming all out a jumbled mess against his blazer, but hopefully he'll get the point. ]
Y-you did. You do. I promise. You- You're home.
[ It's perhaps for the best that the memory version of Sojiro was one of the first things to have faded out of existence, when Futaba had first started to realize, to remember. Both so that he didn't interrupt in a bout of fatherly protectiveness, but also so that the two of them were spared the probably distressing sight of their adoptive father disappearing right before their eyes.
That being said, there's still a just-finished cup of coffee sitting just behind the counter. Maybe a sort of thank you? ]
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[ Saying his name is like flipping a switch in her head and it all comes back. All of it. The time spent alone, facing her Shadow and the cognitive being masquerading as her mother, slowly inching her way back out into society, the Phantom Thieves, the rise and fall of their popularity, becoming a wanted fugitive, Sojiro demanding answers, Akechi's final, terrible trap... and Ren, Ren being there the whole time. Helping her every step of the way. Giving advice, or just listening... even stepping between her and her uncle when he'd-
She can't help it. She ducks against him, and as she does, she's back to her normal height and weight and build. And while that hasn't added that much strength, she's using every bit of it to cling to him like a rock in a storm.
She's trying to find the right words, and they're coming all out a jumbled mess against his blazer, but hopefully he'll get the point. ]
Y-you did. You do. I promise. You- You're home.
[ It's perhaps for the best that the memory version of Sojiro was one of the first things to have faded out of existence, when Futaba had first started to realize, to remember. Both so that he didn't interrupt in a bout of fatherly protectiveness, but also so that the two of them were spared the probably distressing sight of their adoptive father disappearing right before their eyes.
That being said, there's still a just-finished cup of coffee sitting just behind the counter. Maybe a sort of thank you? ]