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You can’t tell if the question is a question… or a test. The last few days aside, Tzah-Tzie is a veteran personasmith, and even though you think you have a pretty good grasp on your own feelings, the fact that she’s asking has you casting doubt on yourself!
Who <span class="mu-i">were</span> you back on Earth? What awaits you when you return, really? Do… do you even <span class="mu-i">need</span> to go back? If a wizard crapped out a portal home for you right now, could you really walk through it?
TT might be asking the questions, but you know the answers… You’ve known them ever since she cornered you in that roadside inn!
Clearing your throat to get the girl’s attention, you answer her question with one of your own: what would she say, you begin as you stare deep into TT’s lime-green eyes, if you <span class="mu-i">DID</span> love her?
She trembles briefly in your embrace, but holds firm with a stoic look on her face. “... I..”
What would she say, you add in the same measured tone, if you loved her so much that you would never go home again if it meant you’d get to stay with her?
Your words hit the small songstress like a fish to the face. Eyes wide and lips pursed, you feel her claw dig into your side as she white-knuckles your robes…
She might not believe you, you think as silence blankets the campsite, but you did. And the more you reflect on those words, the more you believe in them.
You don’t <span class="mu-i">have</span> to return. You never did.
As you come to terms with what you think you already knew, your thoughts are disrupted by a quiet giggle… glancing down at your special Spinner, confusion clouds your mind as she… well, she <span class="mu-i">LAUGHS!</span>
You… you meant it!
“I… I know you did…” She gasps, alternating between sobs and laughter! “And… and to think I doubted you…”
You feel a very fluffy tail slap against your back as it begins to wag again…
“And why should I have?” TT mutters, looking up at you with a sheepish grin. “That’s what makes you so great, Ant… you’re <span class="mu-i">you</span>. Unapologetically, unshakably <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>...”
Nuzzling your snot-soaked chest, the Durher lets out a long, weary sigh before glancing at you again…
… with an apology in her eyes.
>CONTD.
