[ It's just a dream, Yuuri reminds herself. Nothing worth paying attention to. The man in the mist can hiss all kinds of awful things but he can't do anything.

But maybe, she thinks, looking at Heart and that awful look on his face, he doesn't need to do anything. Maybe words are enough. She should know, shouldn't she? You don't always need fists or blows to really, truly injure someone. All it takes is the right words.

So for as foolish as it is to snap back at an illusion, it feels wrong to sit back and let it spew venom at Heart unchallenged. ]

Oh, I think you've misunderstood? It's not a matter of staying quiet, it's simply that you haven't a thing to say that's worth responding to.

[ Her hand finds her way into Heart's and she gives it a gentle squeeze. ]