[The vision is unmistakable, Cao Pi certainly recognizes a funeral procession when he sees it. A royal procession, no less. But as he sits there, mouth hanging open as he was about to respond, watching it play out in front of his mind's eye, he knows that he doesn't recognize these people, save for Kouha. That means this isn't his own memory of anyone's funeral, Imperial or otherwise.
It's bizarre, he can't imagine why he's seeing this, where it came from. When it ends, Cao Pi comes to in the apartment living room, facing Koumei, like nothing had happened. Except that whole moment of blank staring and gaping mouth. He recovers as best he can, blinking rapidly as if to push the thought out of mind.]
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It's bizarre, he can't imagine why he's seeing this, where it came from. When it ends, Cao Pi comes to in the apartment living room, facing Koumei, like nothing had happened. Except that whole moment of blank staring and gaping mouth. He recovers as best he can, blinking rapidly as if to push the thought out of mind.]
...I'm sorry, what we were speaking about?