[ It's true. Akira misses these things, but he isn't tied down or held back by his belongings; wistful but not regretful. It's his friends that take precedence in his heart, and they are each safe and sound—whether on the planet with him or in the care of the Orbiters. (Or, in Mona's case, currently housed in the same memory.)
He grins down at him, head canting to the side. ]
I can't pick my dreams, you know.
[ And isn't it worse to envision something you can't actually eat? (As they've just learned...) Still, he can concur that it's far better to imagine sushi than beans. ]
...What do you dream of?
[ (Is he still having the same nightmares...?) Mementos is gone, and with it whatever truth, or at least closure Morgana had been looking for... Would he be able to truly rest not knowing? ]
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He grins down at him, head canting to the side. ]
I can't pick my dreams, you know.
[ And isn't it worse to envision something you can't actually eat? (As they've just learned...) Still, he can concur that it's far better to imagine sushi than beans. ]
...What do you dream of?
[ (Is he still having the same nightmares...?) Mementos is gone, and with it whatever truth, or at least closure Morgana had been looking for... Would he be able to truly rest not knowing? ]