Leon hung in the quiet of the void, still trying to wrap his head around what stood before him.
The figure looked so much like his mother that, for a moment, the rest of existence blurred out of focus.
Her hair spilled down her back in soft black waves, and those crimson eyes, sharp, deep and almost tender, felt as if they were reading every corner of his soul.
His breath caught.
He didn't blink.
Then the woman tilted her head, studying his reaction with a faint, curious smile.
"Oh? Is that how you see me?"
Her voice was familiar, but just different enough to break the illusion.
Leon's brows pulled together as the quiet around them shifted, the other stars dimming in importance.
Before he could speak, she continued.
"I only used an ability to make my appearance easier for you to accept. I took the form of the person who would give you the most comfort." She paused, glancing down at herself as though amused.
"It seems that person is your mother."
