[ Any breath Ryoji might have drawn is held, seemingly for eternity as he watches Lucy stand and reach out to him, that barrier of light bared in front of him like his very soul that stands in protection. It really is a power born from him; he can feel it when Lucy brushes her hand against it, the warmth of a human hand, the curiosity of a human mind, mirrored within himself who looks at Lucy's hand that she took back, as if it held answers. ]
...What is it like?
[ His voice, a whisper, breaks through the tension he holds in him, and the barrier melts into the sunlight. ]
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...What is it like?
[ His voice, a whisper, breaks through the tension he holds in him, and the barrier melts into the sunlight. ]