In the woods with no one around...

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[The forest is dense enough to inhibit light, leaving a dappled pattern of shadow on the ground as the thin sun filters through the leaves. There are no obvious landmarks, but Mercury walks purposefully, as if she knows the way.

For all her bravado, the distant sound of a waterfall grows no closer; and when she comes to a small pile of rocks, she stops short.

She was here just a moment ago.

Cautiously now, Mercury keeps a wary eye on her surroundings and stays alert to every noise and rustle. To be sure of herself, she slips off one glove and lays it beside the rocks.

Straightening, the senshi moves forward again. But although she seems to make progress, ultimately she finds herself back at the pile yet again - and the glove remains exactly where she left it. She is lost.

Or trapped.]

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[She's not going to revisit that statement. In fact, the misunderstanding was at least half intentional on her part.]

Dreams are sometimes just dreams. [She doesn't really believe that, not somewhere deeper inside her; she gives them more significance than most people might, in fact.]

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Sometimes. I don't think this is one of those.

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[Does he really want this story? 'Kunzite is the one who brought me to the Dark Kingdom. When I betrayed him, he would have killed me here. That timeline changed.']

You shouldn't give them too much importance. Besides, we're already away from the forest.

[And then, after a pause that suggests this sort of thing is harder for her to say than telling him the full story would be:]

Thank you for helping in that.

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[his eyes lift and he watches her for a moment. He understands by now what her verbal 'thank you' means. After a minute, he simply nods, a single duck of his chin. Anything else would probably embarrass them both. Instead, he raises his face. If it's a dream that means it's time to go. Morning and deliveries can't be far away. It's the first time he's consciously been aware enough in a dream to decide to wake up. His body starts to blur at the edges, trailing white light tinged with blue - and the winding whisper of black soot.]

I'll see you around than, I guess.

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Until later.

[It's a nice change from goodbye.]