[ He had been on a train. He'd been going home-- well. "Home". Even if he'd thought that home belonged to Inaba, where his friends were, where Nanako and Dojima were, where everything had started and where he'd found the biggest change in himself as a person.
So it could very well be a dream, because Igor absolutely delighted in dragging him into dreams where he could be informed of his progress or given mild orders from Margaret as to what he was supposed to be doing. The color scheme matches the Velvet Room well enough, he notes, running a quick hand through his hair. But there's no Igor. No Margaret. Just that same ethereal air that the space carried with it.
... And a voice yelling out... something?
It's only a quick pause of a few seconds before Souji cups his hands around his mouth and yells back: ]
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So it could very well be a dream, because Igor absolutely delighted in dragging him into dreams where he could be informed of his progress or given mild orders from Margaret as to what he was supposed to be doing. The color scheme matches the Velvet Room well enough, he notes, running a quick hand through his hair. But there's no Igor. No Margaret. Just that same ethereal air that the space carried with it.
... And a voice yelling out... something?
It's only a quick pause of a few seconds before Souji cups his hands around his mouth and yells back: ]
Polo!