[Another blink, and he'd disappeared again. Freya was the one holding her, picking her up. By the time Lucy remembered she was supposed to wiggle or tense up, she was already settled on Freya's shoulders. She did shift her weight slightly, but aside from that didn't move or grumble.
Was that a memory...? Did that even just happen? When Penelope pulled the jacket's hood down, her right hand was still in view; Lucy turned it as much as she could without dislodging Freya's grip. It was empty.
...too cold. She was just too cold. The teenager shivered unnecessarily, dropping her head and staring at the pavement going by for a long, quiet while.
And then Lucy looked up unprompted, staring off to the side at nothing.]
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Was that a memory...? Did that even just happen? When Penelope pulled the jacket's hood down, her right hand was still in view; Lucy turned it as much as she could without dislodging Freya's grip. It was empty.
...too cold. She was just too cold. The teenager shivered unnecessarily, dropping her head and staring at the pavement going by for a long, quiet while.
And then Lucy looked up unprompted, staring off to the side at nothing.]
...Kouta. His name was Kouta.