fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
Oswin was sitting up with a start. There were details that she'd forgotten. The way skin could be soft, or the presence of fine hairs on her forearms.
It was cold. Not too cold, Oswin had forgotten temperatures. The details were so real, she wondered how she could have ever successfully kept up the dream world for so long. There was panic and wonder and too many emotions to process at first.
She saw Leto, with her very own eyes, not just the recorded image of him through a filtered lens. He was not just some digital ghost anymore. He was there in the same room as her.
Oswin tested her new legs and stood on them slowly. The muscle memory was there, even if she was barely wobbly from their newness.
"This is real? This is really real?" she asked him. She was almost afraid to hope.