[ her eyes narrow at his outstretched hand, her fingers tightening even more around the usb stick, holding it against her chest. she wonders if she could break it, if it'll break at all. would that solve this problem? ]

Or what? You'd kill me?

[ lumine knows she's pushing it, knows the kind of rumours that surround him and his family; aether would no doubt be upset at her. but she hasn't even received any answers to her questions. nothing still makes sense, nothing is assured—not her brother's safety, not a resolution to these visions. ]

... Delusions are said to be cursed items, created from the remains of gods. [ rumours, hearsays, stories from fairy tales. ] How certain are you it's not you who did this to me?