[They make it back it without incident, a further credit to his even keel. She clatters onto the bench, timid hands white knuckling the edges and her feet cinching in, skates forgotten the second she's sat down. She'll get to them in a moment, when she doesn't feel like an invisible maw is about to snap her in two.

His jacket settles over her shoulders before she realizes he's removed it. Fukawa looks up to him, flummoxed, still stifled by her own quaking. She does her best to listen, breathe deep. The sound is already warping into a sniffle, god and those are tears budding at her lashes, aren't they? She bites into her lip and averts her gaze to the floor.]

B-but how...how... [He's not going to have an answer. How did life itself begin? What happens after death? How does one get shunted across the universe in their sleep?

Except if they don't find an answer, they're not going to get back home. She swaps to yanking at her hair, hunching up small, knees welded together.]

This is s-such horseshit. Why would...there should be a limit. How many t-times can the world flip upside-down before it's enough?