[Rean's already pulling out his sword. He doesn't want to engage, and it's clear from his stance that he's ready to run, but even so, he calls back to Jun...
At the exact same moment that a small figure runs out of the fog, looking very much like what Jun might imagine Rean would have looked like a decade prior, and stands between the present Rean and the bear. He throws his arms out to either side, like a tiny wall of defense, a small and worn machete clutched in his hand. He and Rean speak in unison.]
You go on and run! I'll hold it off and catch up—!
[The tiny Rean's voice is... odd. It's clear, and yet somehow distant all at once. Like he's not really here, although he plainly is.]
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At the exact same moment that a small figure runs out of the fog, looking very much like what Jun might imagine Rean would have looked like a decade prior, and stands between the present Rean and the bear. He throws his arms out to either side, like a tiny wall of defense, a small and worn machete clutched in his hand. He and Rean speak in unison.]
You go on and run! I'll hold it off and catch up—!
[The tiny Rean's voice is... odd. It's clear, and yet somehow distant all at once. Like he's not really here, although he plainly is.]