[ Tatara watches quietly, taking it in. He's a very good audience, for how distracted and flighty he usually is, he does a very good job at holding his attention on the scene before him. His eyes mostly rest on dream-Solomon, occasionally flitting towards others as they speak. But they're not important here, really.
He doesn't quite get it, though he tries. For one whose only concern was a smallest slice of one world, to be presented with yet another new one is a lot for him. But still, he listens. Solomon is protective of this Ibuki, isn't he?
His attention drifts slightly upon the appearance of Lucifer, but it doesn't stay there. He tilts his head, watching the back and forth between him and Thirteen and the appearance of the book.
Her question turns to Solomon, and Tatara's eyes turn to the real Solomon. There's no judgment in his eyes, just curiosity. Watching his reaction to the accusation, to how his past plays out in front of him. ]
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He doesn't quite get it, though he tries. For one whose only concern was a smallest slice of one world, to be presented with yet another new one is a lot for him. But still, he listens. Solomon is protective of this Ibuki, isn't he?
His attention drifts slightly upon the appearance of Lucifer, but it doesn't stay there. He tilts his head, watching the back and forth between him and Thirteen and the appearance of the book.
Her question turns to Solomon, and Tatara's eyes turn to the real Solomon. There's no judgment in his eyes, just curiosity. Watching his reaction to the accusation, to how his past plays out in front of him. ]