"You really think this is all fake?" Jotou glanced around the vicinity. Fires caused by her lightning fortunately were not able to catch onto other forestry and snuffed themselves out.
She was kneeled in the grass, with Ben's head on the ground staring up. "Can't you breathe the fresh air? Don't you feel the soft grass?" her hand idly caressed through greenery.
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"The brain's a fickle thing man… It'll believe what it'll wanna believe," he parted his lips and watched the sky. "That said, it's not like I can't believe the things I physically feel."
"So it's the people who're fake to you? You honestly believe that," Jotou replied.
"This's all been a fantasy world. It's something I've always dreamed about. In this world, I wanna be whoever the hell I wanna be; do whatever I want that I couldn't… You think my fat ass could be a hero in our world? You think I'd be getting dates and-"
"Be confident?" Jotou interrupted.
"…"
"I think your mentality's the issue there buddy."
