[ Even if it's a hallucination. That certainly hadn't been the case for Kasumi that night; maybe she would have wanted to see him, sure, but the way she saw him that night was just a cruel, cruel reminder of how she'd seen him the very last time she ever saw him in person: dying and begging her to leave, little bird, please, you have to live. So to Ken, she only offers a half-hearted response. ]
Yeah... I guess you're right.
[ Half-hearted because no, Ken's not wrong. Kasumi had wanted to see Keiji so many times since he died, and for a while that desire was granted by her greybox. She's not sure when that stopped being enough, or when it started bringing more pain than anything else, when she started feeling like she couldn't keep on going on like this, but she knows that it wasn't too long ago. (And she knows that being here and being with people had a part in it.)
But, perhaps more important than her own feelings right now are Ken's. ]
... Was it good to see your mother again, even if it wasn't real?
[ Her lips draw into a thin line. She feels like she already knows the answer--she pushed him away, after all, even though she hadn't known what was happening. ]
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Yeah... I guess you're right.
[ Half-hearted because no, Ken's not wrong. Kasumi had wanted to see Keiji so many times since he died, and for a while that desire was granted by her greybox. She's not sure when that stopped being enough, or when it started bringing more pain than anything else, when she started feeling like she couldn't keep on going on like this, but she knows that it wasn't too long ago. (And she knows that being here and being with people had a part in it.)
But, perhaps more important than her own feelings right now are Ken's. ]
... Was it good to see your mother again, even if it wasn't real?
[ Her lips draw into a thin line. She feels like she already knows the answer--she pushed him away, after all, even though she hadn't known what was happening. ]