[ Mondo can't hold back the gasp that escapes him. What did this guy just say? The pool? His other self?
It's real? ]
...What?
[ No, hold on, he's... he can't. What the hell? Why's this voice so familiar? It sounds just like... just like... ]
You're... the blonde asshole from earlier?
[ Probably of the least importance this moment, but he has to ask ー he can't quite grasp this just yet. What the fuck was that if that wasn't just a dream? They went into his memories for real? So the monsters they fought... and the memories of Tsumiki he saw... they were all real? How did he get back here, then? Is that even possible in the first place?
He begins rubbing his palm against his face, as if that'll help waking himself up. ]
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It's real? ]
...What?
[ No, hold on, he's... he can't. What the hell? Why's this voice so familiar? It sounds just like... just like... ]
You're... the blonde asshole from earlier?
[ Probably of the least importance this moment, but he has to ask ー he can't quite grasp this just yet. What the fuck was that if that wasn't just a dream? They went into his memories for real? So the monsters they fought... and the memories of Tsumiki he saw... they were all real? How did he get back here, then? Is that even possible in the first place?
He begins rubbing his palm against his face, as if that'll help waking himself up. ]