Yes, well. Dignity aside. [Yujin says, skipping right over his own embarrassment. Back on solid ground at last he clears his throat awkwardly. Even without seeing his reflection, it's easy enough to tell from the man's expression that Sholmes has, as always, made him out. No use pretending, is there.]
I'm impressed with your quick thinking as is. You dispelled the illusion completely, Sholmes. Thank you.
[Sure enough, there's no Susato or Iris to be seen around the corner anymore. He shakes his head, as if ridding himself of the last memory of that nightmare. Now, they're just two friends, strolling through the streets-- uninterrupted for the rest of this time, he hopes.]
But now we're left with... this world. Sholmes, how did we get here? We'd only just parted ways in London, and now we're in something out of a fantasy story. In some bizarre future Japan, no less.
[He's not even thinking about it as he moves: he's just following wherever Sholmes is headed right now. Shame that 221B isn't within walking distance this time.]
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I'm impressed with your quick thinking as is. You dispelled the illusion completely, Sholmes. Thank you.
[Sure enough, there's no Susato or Iris to be seen around the corner anymore. He shakes his head, as if ridding himself of the last memory of that nightmare. Now, they're just two friends, strolling through the streets-- uninterrupted for the rest of this time, he hopes.]
But now we're left with... this world. Sholmes, how did we get here? We'd only just parted ways in London, and now we're in something out of a fantasy story. In some bizarre future Japan, no less.
[He's not even thinking about it as he moves: he's just following wherever Sholmes is headed right now. Shame that 221B isn't within walking distance this time.]