[ There's someone else on the platform with him, a figure so familiar at his side that for a moment it doesn't occur to him to find it strange. And then— ]

Lune.

[ Relief rushes in, oceanic in the way it floods him and spiked with bewildered happiness, and as she grips his shoulder he reaches up to curl his fingers around her upper arm. The last time he saw her, she was laughing, relieved that the fight was over, jumping gracefully over the edge of that cliff there at what turned out to be the end of his world.

Her words tumble over themselves almost the way his own do, and he shakes his head, battered heart clenching in his chest. ]

I don't know, I don't— I just woke up, here, in a, a, a, an arena of some kind... there was this, this monster, not a Nevron—

[ His brows tug together, eyes glancing down, around, back at her, words stammered.

Lune, Lune and her logic. Yes. He could use a little logic.

Maybe a lot. ]

...You're really here. Are you...? Really here?