[And it feels like something neither of them deserve, and yet here they are. Slowly releasing Vergilius' hands, Lobelia folds him into an embrace once more. This time, his grip is certain and strong, no trembling to be felt.]
And yet it's as real as you or I. Dreamlike as it feels, I intend to make the most of it.
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[A little pause.]
Good. [That's good. He's happy. He's also happy. It feels so strange....] Ah. It feels like a dream.
[This feels too good to be true.]
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[And it feels like something neither of them deserve, and yet here they are. Slowly releasing Vergilius' hands, Lobelia folds him into an embrace once more. This time, his grip is certain and strong, no trembling to be felt.]
And yet it's as real as you or I. Dreamlike as it feels, I intend to make the most of it.