[ He didn't expect people to come looking for him, or to show up. He doesn't know how to feel about that; it's a complicated emotion that makes him feel like he might burst from the intensity of it. He's happy and sad all at once.
He's fearful, too, of what might happen, and maybe that makes him selfish to drag his friends into this once more. But he feels a kind of relief; no matter what happens, he won't be alone, at least for a little while.
The castle performs no tricks as they get closer; it's simply a remote place, as normal as you can get in the Outlands. It's made entirely of some kind of unusual crystal, the same kind of crystal that forms the paths and jutting spires that bridge the void; it flickers with the ghostly voices and faces of people who are, for the most part, recognisable.
(Some are recognisable. Mostly their own faces; it becomes increasingly clear that some of these are Vivi's memories, tinted by the way he sees them - with fondness, with warmth, with light. So many of them, in such a short time.) ]
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He's fearful, too, of what might happen, and maybe that makes him selfish to drag his friends into this once more. But he feels a kind of relief; no matter what happens, he won't be alone, at least for a little while.
The castle performs no tricks as they get closer; it's simply a remote place, as normal as you can get in the Outlands. It's made entirely of some kind of unusual crystal, the same kind of crystal that forms the paths and jutting spires that bridge the void; it flickers with the ghostly voices and faces of people who are, for the most part, recognisable.
(Some are recognisable. Mostly their own faces; it becomes increasingly clear that some of these are Vivi's memories, tinted by the way he sees them - with fondness, with warmth, with light. So many of them, in such a short time.) ]