"They keep files on the patients, past and present." Homura focused on what was easier to say at first. The files were proven to be real not only by his own efforts, but by those of others. That evidence didn't exist when it came to the idea of the visitors being the actual people. Certainly some had been the patients who vanished from this place. But what actual foundation did Homura have for his determination? Nothing more than the hope that it truly was Rinrei out there--that somehow, this time, he'd be able to save her.
Yet he didn't let any of this doubt come through his words, or even linger in his mind. Doubt didn't win wars, or create new worlds, after all. That woman who came to him truly was Rinrei. She had been made even more of a prisoner than he. "And yes. I do think that the visitors are the actual people from our own worlds. They've been brainwashed to believe the lies the Institute tells us during the day. And they can somehow be saved."
He'd been too young before, too naive. Now he had five centuries as the Toushin Taishi to guide him. This time, Rinrei wouldn't die before he could reach her.
Taura's cynicism in the face of what to Homura was commonplace was a welcome change of topic. That lack of understanding only meant one thing, and the demi-god didn't hide his amusement as he looked to the woman. "I mean, my dear, that you will not be a liability once a certain person has his way with you. Consider it something like accelerating the healing time to a few minutes. Or haven't you also read that there are those of us who have supernatural powers in this place?"
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Yet he didn't let any of this doubt come through his words, or even linger in his mind. Doubt didn't win wars, or create new worlds, after all. That woman who came to him truly was Rinrei. She had been made even more of a prisoner than he. "And yes. I do think that the visitors are the actual people from our own worlds. They've been brainwashed to believe the lies the Institute tells us during the day. And they can somehow be saved."
He'd been too young before, too naive. Now he had five centuries as the Toushin Taishi to guide him. This time, Rinrei wouldn't die before he could reach her.
Taura's cynicism in the face of what to Homura was commonplace was a welcome change of topic. That lack of understanding only meant one thing, and the demi-god didn't hide his amusement as he looked to the woman. "I mean, my dear, that you will not be a liability once a certain person has his way with you. Consider it something like accelerating the healing time to a few minutes. Or haven't you also read that there are those of us who have supernatural powers in this place?"