A voice soft as marshmallow echoed in Peace’s mind, tickling his skin. Although he couldn’t see or feel the environment unconsciously, the voice has led him to inner safety. His eyes slowly opened up to a pair of glasses looking at him, and behind those glasses he saw blue eyes like his. “Ah hi, I~~” A hand reached out to him and pushed him slightly back to the table he was sitting on. “Don't. You have done some pretty stupid stuff in your life, haven’t you? Like jumping into a volcano with this pesky fusion matter covering you.” Peace blushed and smiled awkwardly. “That's how I roll.”
He finally had a good view of the one taking care of him.
An old woman, hair pulled into a ponytail, wearing a dirty lab coat that covered most of her small body, and an never ending smile that reminded Peace of someone else with a consistent smile on his face: himself.
He made the connection after a moment. “Wow, hmm. May I ask a question?