[Oh, they're both hoarse. Fortunately Trish can mask hers well enough by speaking softly, but Nanami is more prone to sudden jumps in volume, excitable as she is.
She has...no idea what Nanami went through after her arrest and ejection back to Ryslig, but if the boys are any indicator, then staying Felfri only continued to get worse. The fact Nanami survived all the way through is incredible and a true testament to her tenacity, Trish thinks.
Here in "Josh-kun's" house, Nanami has set up an almost perfect mirror of her apartment, and Trish feels a gentle fondness at the sight, and she could laugh hearing the familiar murmur of Peninsula of Passions. Oh, old timey television, her beloathed and yet constant companion on her nights as a bear.
The backdrop of this little vignette of everything she knows about Nanami becomes that much softer at the edges when Nanami herself speaks. Trish has said all kinds of things in the aftermath of the concert and Felfri itself, long-winded diatribes and pithy exchanges both, but what Nanami says is so simple and yet so much stronger than all the words she could have said herself. It's weird to think she's in a place now where people can miss her.
She's gotten used to missing people herself, she thought, but something rises to her throat when she feels the gentle pressure of Nanami's arms around her.
There's a delay, and Trish gently lets her bag go, all so she can return the gesture, enveloping Nanami in the puffy arms of her coat.]
...It's good to see you again, Nanami.
[It has been some time, hasn't it?
Awful to think that Nanami's last memory of her had to be that, but now she's here, and they're both...they're not fine, but they're better.]
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She has...no idea what Nanami went through after her arrest and ejection back to Ryslig, but if the boys are any indicator, then staying Felfri only continued to get worse. The fact Nanami survived all the way through is incredible and a true testament to her tenacity, Trish thinks.
Here in "Josh-kun's" house, Nanami has set up an almost perfect mirror of her apartment, and Trish feels a gentle fondness at the sight, and she could laugh hearing the familiar murmur of Peninsula of Passions. Oh, old timey television, her beloathed and yet constant companion on her nights as a bear.
The backdrop of this little vignette of everything she knows about Nanami becomes that much softer at the edges when Nanami herself speaks. Trish has said all kinds of things in the aftermath of the concert and Felfri itself, long-winded diatribes and pithy exchanges both, but what Nanami says is so simple and yet so much stronger than all the words she could have said herself. It's weird to think she's in a place now where people can miss her.
She's gotten used to missing people herself, she thought, but something rises to her throat when she feels the gentle pressure of Nanami's arms around her.
There's a delay, and Trish gently lets her bag go, all so she can return the gesture, enveloping Nanami in the puffy arms of her coat.]
...It's good to see you again, Nanami.
[It has been some time, hasn't it?
Awful to think that Nanami's last memory of her had to be that, but now she's here, and they're both...they're not fine, but they're better.]