[As soon as she hears someone address her, Elisabeth turns her head around to glimpse at them. It appeared she wasn't the only one here after all. Though, as soon as she sees exactly who it was that had called her, her eyes widen in surprise, and she slowly turns the rest of her body around so that she's facing the other directly.]
M... März...
[That's all she can bring herself to say apparently as she's stunned with disbelief by the fact that he's here. With her. At her side once more. Had she not known any better, she would have thought that this was a dream — though, was the dead even allowed to dream? Elisabeth shakes her head to break herself of her reverie as she takes a few steps towards him, her features expressionless as she simply stares at him. She stops right in front of him, that same deadpan expression still intact before it softens slightly when she speaks again.]
Y-You... Do you...
[She's unable to finish proposing her question, but it's obvious what she wishes to say: 'Do you remember?' Her gaze briefly lowers down to the mangled remnants of his doll companion that are cradled within his arms before rising up to meet Märchen's eyes once more.]
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M... März...
[That's all she can bring herself to say apparently as she's stunned with disbelief by the fact that he's here. With her. At her side once more. Had she not known any better, she would have thought that this was a dream — though, was the dead even allowed to dream? Elisabeth shakes her head to break herself of her reverie as she takes a few steps towards him, her features expressionless as she simply stares at him. She stops right in front of him, that same deadpan expression still intact before it softens slightly when she speaks again.]
Y-You... Do you...
[She's unable to finish proposing her question, but it's obvious what she wishes to say: 'Do you remember?' Her gaze briefly lowers down to the mangled remnants of his doll companion that are cradled within his arms before rising up to meet Märchen's eyes once more.]