It reminds her of some kind of market place, the way these ladies are hawking their wares, and she's not quite sure about the paper in her hands -- something about a failed test? -- but the city itself appears strange. Foreign and sharp and unwelcoming entirely.
Not insignificant is the change they've all undergone. Kubo is smaller, younger, and...now a little girl? Well she's not here to judge. It's a little odd to look down and suddenly see herself with both arms, however.
It isn't real. None of this is real.
The mission. They have a job to do here. Time to focus in on the important matter at hand.
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It reminds her of some kind of market place, the way these ladies are hawking their wares, and she's not quite sure about the paper in her hands -- something about a failed test? -- but the city itself appears strange. Foreign and sharp and unwelcoming entirely.
Not insignificant is the change they've all undergone. Kubo is smaller, younger, and...now a little girl? Well she's not here to judge. It's a little odd to look down and suddenly see herself with both arms, however.
It isn't real. None of this is real.
The mission. They have a job to do here. Time to focus in on the important matter at hand.