She swallows, and she tries to force her question down with it -- like she could. She looks down for a moment. Then... the question comes back up. It's been there ever since the snow mountain. But the plane, this, and just seeing all the illusions he can do has reinforced it.
Nana blurts it out, then regrets it:] ...Why do you make illusions like you've been hurt or died? Is it--does it bother you, to think of that kind of thing happening? Imagining it?
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She swallows, and she tries to force her question down with it -- like she could. She looks down for a moment. Then... the question comes back up. It's been there ever since the snow mountain. But the plane, this, and just seeing all the illusions he can do has reinforced it.
Nana blurts it out, then regrets it:] ...Why do you make illusions like you've been hurt or died? Is it--does it bother you, to think of that kind of thing happening? Imagining it?