It took Snow a second to process what it was that she'd actually said to him, because it was so far beyond anything he'd been expecting. In fact, he wasn't sure what to make of her words at all, even as they settled in. He reacted visibly, blinking and furrowing his brow in confusion.
"What?"
The last days, she said. Unconsciously, he dug up the still-fresh memory of her remark about needing to protect Vanille, and it started to click together. It was almost as though Fang was under the impression that they'd been taken right from Nova Chrysalia and were still counting down the end of days. The only problem with that was the little detail that the end of days had actually come months ago, and they'd all been settled comfortably (or as comfortably as they could, in Snow's personal case) in the new world since then.
"Fang, are you..." he asked, "... feeling alright?"
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"What?"
The last days, she said. Unconsciously, he dug up the still-fresh memory of her remark about needing to protect Vanille, and it started to click together. It was almost as though Fang was under the impression that they'd been taken right from Nova Chrysalia and were still counting down the end of days. The only problem with that was the little detail that the end of days had actually come months ago, and they'd all been settled comfortably (or as comfortably as they could, in Snow's personal case) in the new world since then.
"Fang, are you..." he asked, "... feeling alright?"