That's extraordinarily not comforting. If we're all this blind...

[He shudders to think.

But oh. The redhead lifts an eyebrow at what Shiro says next, considering.]

So her existence coincided with our presence? What makes you think that?

[It's interesting. Tell him what you're thinking here, Shiro.

Part of him wants to just disengage and go hide in his bed for a bit until the conflicting feelings and memories in his head make sense, maybe scream into his pillow for a bit. But in the end, what good will that do? Better to jump back in with both feet, he supposes. What choice does he have?]