It's a good thing this not-space is so large, because it gives Cecil plenty of time to think as he runs towards the only true person he can see.
Combined together, the white dress and the presence of multiple other figures are alarming; however, the hair he sees is distinctly blond, not green. No Maenads to be found here, then. That would most likely have been a problem, but he cannot deny the twisted familiarity would almost have been appreciated.
The crystals he sees are not his world's; they are not the gods' either, nor do they match the crystalline growth that previously afflicted this world. For all he knows, their power can be used for both good and ill, so he chooses not to judge their presence yet. He still needs more information about this place.
The weeping, though. The weeping ever remains alarming, especially when he comes close enough to recognize–
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Combined together, the white dress and the presence of multiple other figures are alarming; however, the hair he sees is distinctly blond, not green. No Maenads to be found here, then. That would most likely have been a problem, but he cannot deny the twisted familiarity would almost have been appreciated.
The crystals he sees are not his world's; they are not the gods' either, nor do they match the crystalline growth that previously afflicted this world. For all he knows, their power can be used for both good and ill, so he chooses not to judge their presence yet. He still needs more information about this place.
The weeping, though. The weeping ever remains alarming, especially when he comes close enough to recognize–
"...Minfilia."