[he huffs another breath, briefly fixated on the elevator doors, the following silence lingering, probably longer than necessary. sizhui tries to believe the same thing: if this was a simulation, he'd know by now, but he hadn't known on amani, so what would make this different? (maybe knowing that his senses were dulled a hundred times over in comparison?) they could do anything to confuse them, which is why sasuke has the right idea to ignore it. sizhui, on the other hand, is still struggling with that somewhat.

finally, he redirects again, his own features softening, even if the doors pop open on their designated floor before he can answer. so, he leads them out first, waiting until sasuke can fall into step beside him before replying.]

Mmn... no, but part of that was my fault. [after everyone had disappeared, he sort of. closed himself off from anyone who was left— and then he vanished, too.] It may not even be him, exactly. It could be him from a whole other universe, from a completely different time.

But we're making the best of it now.