And . . . and he wanted to be with her, too . . . It was a cruel reality, this. They could be together, but Akizetsumei couldn't do it. She felt so horrible right now, yet despite this, she no longer felt the need to cry. Eld's words soothed her enough in that right . . .
"It's all a dream," she whispered.
If I were real . . .
"It's all just a dream. This's all just a dream. Nothin' . . . nothin' feels real anymore. The grass, the water, the air . . . it's not there. You're not here. M-- my family is-- they're not here, either. They're dead. Where they're real, they're dead. A-- and where you're real, you killed them."
It was an echo from when she first awoke, when Toushikyo and Eld waited for her to awaken, and she was absolutely terrified of Eld.
"B-- but I'm not there, either. Because I'm dead, too. Tha-- that dream is . . . it's the only thing that feels real anymore. When I wake up, that's where I am. I-- I can't get it outta my head, and it-- it makes all this feel so . . . so . . ." Akizets lifted her gaze to helplessly stare into Eld's eyes, ". . . empty. I'm dreaming and I know I'm dreaming, so . . . so none of its real, and everything tells me its not . . ."
To dream, but not dream. She was a wandering dreamer, stuck somewhere between reality and something else, unable to claim either as her home. No matter how much her brother reassured her, she was alone on this road to Unreality. She was alone and she was fake. A figment. She was making sense in her own right. This was how she genuinely felt right now. But through the senselessness of it all, it was very clear why she felt so lost.
"I just . . . I want . . ."
She had more to say. Something hanging at the edge of her heart, weighing against the fog of emotions and memories, pushing against her to cry out. But she was so meek now, so driven into the ground by the will to run away and cry alone somewhere, that it took a moment for that weight to build, but it was very clear that she had more to say. She was running through it with her lips, parting them to form a word, but failing in the midst of it. But she was
trying . . .