[SO much confusion on this issue. Her voice didn't even sound the same, but the cadence and inflection of her tone was almost distracting with the familiarity. He hadn't heard his name said like that in over a year.
Diva was not someone to ever be trusted, even if she thought she genuinely was Yuuki. She was still Diva. She had Diva's hair, not the cropped style that Yuuki had worn. Diva's face. She still felt like Diva. If anything, she looked and felt more like Yuuki as she was today. The way she acted though--
People wanted to convince him that she hadn't changed. That possibility often slipped into his mind from time to time as well in his weaker moments. The past was often glamorized and maybe he was overexhaggerating everything.
The pain of the gaping hole in his heart said otherwise. He missed her. He missed them. Hands clenching tightly, his voice was tight and forceful, lacking warmth.]
There's a table of food around here. Why don't you go see if you can find it?
[Because she needed to stay occupied and he wasn't sure what to do so he needed a few minutes to think.]