Who the hell is Miss Pru? Rita's tempted to ask, but that's not the most important detail right now.
"So you've decided that the other world's your home now?" she asks in an accusatory tone.
As harsh as she sounds, though... Rita has been discovering more and more memories of her own, especially in those two days she spent bedridden, drifting in and out of dreams. She remembered someone... a person she should never have forgotten. Is that person still out there, waiting for her somewhere? If she is... would that mean that place is Rita's real home?
But every fiber of her being is resistant to the idea of having a real home at all. Rita struggled so hard to find a place in this world... How could that be fake? How could it be for nothing?
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"So you've decided that the other world's your home now?" she asks in an accusatory tone.
As harsh as she sounds, though... Rita has been discovering more and more memories of her own, especially in those two days she spent bedridden, drifting in and out of dreams. She remembered someone... a person she should never have forgotten. Is that person still out there, waiting for her somewhere? If she is... would that mean that place is Rita's real home?
But every fiber of her being is resistant to the idea of having a real home at all. Rita struggled so hard to find a place in this world... How could that be fake? How could it be for nothing?