[Naoki hears him, of course-- but his eyes are still fixed on the mirror. Isamu. Isamu's voice. He's not so easily snapped out of it, as it were, but his voice when he speaks is frightening calm.
Well... he's angry. Furious.]
This isn't just a trick. [Memories. His memories. They're using them, he doesn't want to see this again. There's the sound of shattering glass--
The one that just was projecting his memory explodes. It might seem spontaneous, but if Hiro had been watching, he would've seen Naoki's hand snap up, the blast of white energy that came from his palm. But, the voice and figure comes again, to a mirror to Naoki's left this time: "If you'd waited until the world of Musubi was finished, then you would've at least had the chance to be born again."]
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Well... he's angry. Furious.]
This isn't just a trick. [Memories. His memories. They're using them, he doesn't want to see this again. There's the sound of shattering glass--
The one that just was projecting his memory explodes. It might seem spontaneous, but if Hiro had been watching, he would've seen Naoki's hand snap up, the blast of white energy that came from his palm. But, the voice and figure comes again, to a mirror to Naoki's left this time: "If you'd waited until the world of Musubi was finished, then you would've at least had the chance to be born again."]