“Well…guess I’m up.”

Dust had expected this for the past hour. You, interviewing other versions of sanses, and sensing that she’s the last one left for now (until you inevitably do it again), Dust decided to walk in calmly, and sat down on the restaurants long cushion, resting her legs on the table.

“…Have I lost my sanity yet?”

She read the question on the slip of paper for her.

“Who knows. I’ve had plenty of time to repress myself waiting in those halls. But after a while, I…thought.”