Nowe looked here and there. It was true, they were nowhere near home anymore. It had been snatched from beneath them without them every noticing, without ever having a chance to stay. He looked at everyone, first to those closest with slight eye movements, then to those further away with partial glances. No one seemed especially bother by this fact and, now that he inspected himself, he hadn't either.
I'm the only one that can take care of dad, he reminded himself. Nowe paused mid-stride, touched his chest, and felt a dark guilt constrict around him. Three heavy breaths got stuck between his mouth and mask. Then why do I feel... relieved to be here.
Shoving aside his inner conflict, Nowe stuck his hand back into his pocket and followed Norn out to the balcony. His words got caught in his throat, only to be voiced by another. The guy was right, it was beautiful. It was like, "A fantasy world," His voice, once filled with awe, became composed. "No, not a fantasy. Witchelny is obviously your home, Norn. The Digital World."
He looked towards the white-haired kid, whose question had been resonating within himself as well. However, it was rude to answer a question with another question, he believed