Her mind was saying snap out of it over and over again like a broken record. ‘Snap out of it, Vanille! You have to do something!’ she thought. But it was hard enough to even move concerning what she just witnessed here. The fact that they were two of her left Vanille in a shock. That shouldn’t even be possible in the first place! Vanille was Vanille, end of story. No doppelganger could replace that.
“…please say I’m still dreaming.” she thought to herself, hoping that whatever she was experiencing was a cruel nightmare and she was still in the dark pathway somewhere sleeping. It might has well be a dream, Fang and the others weren’t the only ones that didn’t notice the real Vanille’s presence… the other people of the gallery didn’t seem to notice her either, which made the redhead feel even smaller.
Vanille found a little strength to move and walk a little, though the shock was still fresh. Needless to say, she wasn’t really watching where she was going, so imagine her surprise when someone bumped right into her. Recollecting herself, the Pulse native shook her head solemnly when the male apologized. “No, that’s alright. I should’ve been watching where I was going…. sorry.” she apologized back. Silly Vanille… this was no time to be clumsy. She then noticed that the boy that bumped into her was reaching in his pocket and offering whatever he took out to her. Was that… candy?
Was he worried about her? That was so nice of this stranger. “Thanks… really. I needed that pick-me-up.” she said with a weak smile, taking the small candy from his hands, though what he said was kind of weird. “Hm? What do you mean? I can see you just fine! As clear as day!” The lavender-haired boy didn’t look like anyone Vanille has seen before in either Cocoon or Gran Pulse, but she can see him just fine.
…wait a minute. Backtrack for one little minute. He saw her. Not just that, he offered her candy!
“…hold on, so you can see me!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up at this realization. “I can see you, and you can see me! We can see each other!” Vanille was relieved. Then, he must be from the gallery before, before Vanille saw ‘Fabricated World’. Then was he in the dark path somewhere too? Vanille couldn’t tell, it was dark and confusing in there.
But then… if he can see her, then… can he see the fake Vanille that left with the others too?
“Hey, mind if I ask you something? Did you see a girl that looked like me with a group of people?” Vanille asked, with that thought in mind.
Despite his fervent apologies, the other shook it off as if it were nothing, shaking her pink-tassled head and exclaiming she should have been the one to watch where she was go- wait. WAIT A MINUTE. Did she just speak back to him? S-she had! She honestly had! Which meant that she could hear him! Oh dear, he really hoped he hadn’t scared her, a ‘voice coming from nothing’ and all, but oh my goodness his heart was racing now in hope that someone actually could hear him!
This was a big ‘bright spot’ of hope in this horrible situation, indeed: at least now he wouldn’t feel as ‘ignored’, even if he probably still was the invisible man and the lady might be thinking she was crazy at hearing voices from nowhere. He certainly hoped he wasn’t frightening her, but maybe this young lady was very brave, because she didn’t seem fazed at all. He wished he could be that brave, often, but now was no time to feel sorry for himself. (Even if, had he been in the same situation and heard a voice coming from nowhere, he would have likely run screaming.)
Oh, oh! The situation got even brighter, when she looked down at the candy he held out, and Garry gasped at the girl confirming she could see him just fine, he finding himself so thrilled by the fact he wasn’t ‘all alone’ in this that he couldn’t prevent himself from skipping over to the other and wrapping his arms around them.
“O-oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! This might sound really odd, but you d-don’t know how wonderful it is to hear those words!”
Oh wait - AGAIN. Had he just…hugged a complete stranger? Oh dear, he had, hadn’t he? Finding his face turning as red as the candy wrapper he’d offered the other, he let go, stepping back like he’d touched hot coals.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to invade you p-personal space like that…I got caught up in the moment.”
His nervous apologies aside, he blinked - the other having much the same reaction as he, being one of delight that ‘he could see her’ - oh? Was this young miss having the same ‘odd experience’ as he? it certainly did seem it. Then, that must mean she was someone who got stuck in the Fabricated World, too! Yes, he could see the rose the other held, now that he looked carefully.
“You…you got stuck in the Fabricated World too?”
That timid enquiry made, the pink-haired lass was quick to ask a query of her own.
“Yes, yes! As well as a nasty-looking version of myself. She gave me a rather nasty smirk. Like she KNEW nobody else could see or hear me, and she delighted in that fact. I’m…not very brave, so I didn’t really want to follow a scary-expression-wearing lady like her all by myself.”
That fact admitted, he mused:
“You seem a lot nicer than her, though. And I couldn’t ignore someone crying.”
A pause then, before Garry said:
“Maybe this is some kind of trick of the Fabricated World. Oh, wait. I haven’t introduced myself. How rude! My name’s Garry - and it’s ever so lovely to find someone who can see and hear me again, let me say. Even if this whole situation is still really scary.”