“Three days?”
Jioh gave a big nod.
Both cheeks were full of grievance and indignation.
Depending on the backdrop and type, scenario entry varies, but it’s usually random. The place and the time both differ.
Even if you skip in hand-in-hand, half the time you open your eyes and I’ve dropped in the north while she’s dumped in the south—an unfunny situation.
Time was worse. (If you’re lucky you can land simultaneously,) but it could range from a few seconds’ difference to a spread of several months.
It was possible because time flows differently inside a scenario.
He’d heard there were people who needed years just to link up with their party.
Babel has a conscience, so things caused by the Tower’s special nature—like aging—get reset later, but that only applies once you’ve exited the Tower.
It’s not like there were no creepy rumors about people who failed to meet up, waited, grew old, and died.
“So you just got here, huh (you bastard)……?”
“Uh, yes……”
“Must be nice (you happy now, f*ck)……”
‘……She’s…