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Hajime's head was spinning. There was something… something grasping at his attention… but he couldn't quite catch what it was. Like thinking he saw someone familiar in a crowd, or a nostalgic scent he couldn't quite place, or the echo of a voice calling his name….
Of course, that was it. Shun would know, it was his voice….
Shun was telling him not to answer, but Shun called and Hajime answered. Hajime called and Shun answered. That was just the way of the world. Shun's call was growing clearer as his warning grew dimmer. Shun's voice, dangerous, desperate, demanding…. The unfamiliar twisting feeling of worlds meeting, and a pure white stranger stepping through.
(That was not Shun….)
Shun was calling him to go… telling him to stay…. The seasick spinning in his head was making it hard to comprehend the words, but the urgency was clear.
Shun led. Hajime followed.