[He hears the voice among the rain of pink petals. So very familiar in the flirting cadence that he has scolded the other for so many times. Funny that he's glad to hear it in this moment...
Well, assuming it's him. The rain of pink flowers is clouding his vision so he follows the voice through it all until there is finally a spot where he can see somewhat clearly. It must be all the flowers that make the scene that much more picturesque and the circumstances that brought them here to begin with. But... it is a stunning visage to see his retainer bathed in pinks and whites...
And there is certainly something that swells deep within at the sight. Relief... It must be. To see someone he thought truly lost in this strange place. It brings simple relief. They may have died but somehow it isn't the end.]
Laslow...?
[He calls out to the other unable to take another step forward in case it's some sort of trick or something.]
Seeing Pink
Well, assuming it's him. The rain of pink flowers is clouding his vision so he follows the voice through it all until there is finally a spot where he can see somewhat clearly. It must be all the flowers that make the scene that much more picturesque and the circumstances that brought them here to begin with. But... it is a stunning visage to see his retainer bathed in pinks and whites...
And there is certainly something that swells deep within at the sight. Relief... It must be. To see someone he thought truly lost in this strange place. It brings simple relief. They may have died but somehow it isn't the end.]
Laslow...?
[He calls out to the other unable to take another step forward in case it's some sort of trick or something.]