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When Psyche called out, Manaka reflexively glanced in her direction, smile brightening until it showed some teeth at the sight of her. Oh, it looked like they were getting along! How sweet. She lifted a hand and wiggled her fingers hello, before she focused her attention on Walter again.
"I know you went somewhere." Though if she'd had any awareness of where that was, it was simply gone, replaced by a blank space when she lost her connection to the Root again. "Didn't you receive the little one's memories when you came back?"
Walter didn't remember that weekend with great clarity. Everything had felt like a hazy dream, his memories blanketed in fog. Sometimes he was roaming his Otherworlds, dealing with familiar, disfigured monsters and nightmares that couldn't kill him, but he would smash with an iron bar so he didn't have to deal with their constant harassment. Other times he was young and scared, lost in a large city with Assumption cradled tightly in his arms. Familiar faces would sometimes appear, others he would merely be curled up somewhere hidden, fussing over his Pokemon and cooing about how he loved him and that he must be an angel.
"I returned to my worlds, to see if they were the same as when I left them." He murmured, thinking. He thought the weekend had just been some strange dream, a reminder of his purpose with a wistful fantasy. But others remembered seeing little Walter?
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"I know you went somewhere." Though if she'd had any awareness of where that was, it was simply gone, replaced by a blank space when she lost her connection to the Root again. "Didn't you receive the little one's memories when you came back?"
Obviously, he should have known that she knew!
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Walter didn't remember that weekend with great clarity. Everything had felt like a hazy dream, his memories blanketed in fog. Sometimes he was roaming his Otherworlds, dealing with familiar, disfigured monsters and nightmares that couldn't kill him, but he would smash with an iron bar so he didn't have to deal with their constant harassment. Other times he was young and scared, lost in a large city with Assumption cradled tightly in his arms. Familiar faces would sometimes appear, others he would merely be curled up somewhere hidden, fussing over his Pokemon and cooing about how he loved him and that he must be an angel.
"I returned to my worlds, to see if they were the same as when I left them." He murmured, thinking. He thought the weekend had just been some strange dream, a reminder of his purpose with a wistful fantasy. But others remembered seeing little Walter?