you're sitting in your comfort, you don't believe i'm real

The yearning bubbling in her heart (inextricably so) seemed horrifyingly palpable, for all the ethereality of Origin's lightcode matrix.

Their intent was to pass through each other, separate worlds unchanged as they intersected on a plane unmeant for sentient life.

It had been, anyway.

Now Nia began to regret.

Perhaps in their reformed, elysian Alrest, Melia was not real. But in her heart of hearts, there was nothing more real than her all-encompassing regard for her fellow queen.

"I can hardly believe it," she whispered, her fingers touching her counterpart's through the screen. And, she thought, I don't want to.