[At this point, Aigis is no stranger to chasing specters. Led down into a chasm carved in the temporal fabric of reality by a shadow of the girl she loves, it's still hard not to catch glimpses of similar phantoms in everyday life. It's strange, how her eyes and ears—how her very heart—can lie to her so even when her systems confirm that no one is there. How the strength of the human longing inside of her can trick the most basic of her combat functions.
But this time.
This time, as she hears a bark, hears what sounds like a whisper of her name on the wind—
An indicator flashes brightly in the corner of her vision. Someone is there.
Aigis turns sharply in the direction of the sounds; she doesn't breathe and yet it feels like something equivalent is caught in her chest, like something is suffocating her and seizing the delicate mechanisms inside of her as she sees—
She's frozen to the spot, her mind suddenly blank as her soft voice cracks.] Minako-san?
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But this time.
This time, as she hears a bark, hears what sounds like a whisper of her name on the wind—
An indicator flashes brightly in the corner of her vision. Someone is there.
Aigis turns sharply in the direction of the sounds; she doesn't breathe and yet it feels like something equivalent is caught in her chest, like something is suffocating her and seizing the delicate mechanisms inside of her as she sees—
She's frozen to the spot, her mind suddenly blank as her soft voice cracks.] Minako-san?