"If you can send us back to our own bodies," Trowa's translucently glowing form says, after a moment, deliberately, "then I trust you to do."
That's as close as he's getting. Unfortunately for Tutu, one of the core emotions of Trowa's heart is a certain degree of paranoia.
It feels, right now, as if he has no body at all. Which is a slightly more familiar sensation than having the wrong one -- Trowa knows, at least, more ordinary feelings of mental dissociation -- but disconcerting all the same. He monitors the motionless bodies behind them out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't turn for a better look.
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"If you can send us back to our own bodies," Trowa's translucently glowing form says, after a moment, deliberately, "then I trust you to do."
That's as close as he's getting. Unfortunately for Tutu, one of the core emotions of Trowa's heart is a certain degree of paranoia.
It feels, right now, as if he has no body at all. Which is a slightly more familiar sensation than having the wrong one -- Trowa knows, at least, more ordinary feelings of mental dissociation -- but disconcerting all the same. He monitors the motionless bodies behind them out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn't turn for a better look.