[this was it. She'd finally screwed up enough courage to go find him, after having been afraid that... maybe she was being too presumptuous here. Perhaps the emotional attachment to the letters she'd received had been only one-sided, all in her imagination. But, Makoto was not one to avoid the truth. She had to know, even if it left her with an awkward year in Recolle, knowing her brother was close... yet far.
But, she had to scold herself, mentally, for jumping too far ahead. Maybe it was okay? It could be fine. He could welcome her, or-- at least be polite?
Her hands were gripping her bag way too tightly as she approaches where she thinks he'll be, ready to call out his name.
And then she hears his question, and she notices for the first time that-- the dome? It's there? It's real? She hesitates.]
i-a.
But, she had to scold herself, mentally, for jumping too far ahead. Maybe it was okay? It could be fine. He could welcome her, or-- at least be polite?
Her hands were gripping her bag way too tightly as she approaches where she thinks he'll be, ready to call out his name.
And then she hears his question, and she notices for the first time that-- the dome? It's there? It's real? She hesitates.]
Um... Sakichi?