Nanako
Nanako bolted upright, mind muddled in a sleepy sort of intoxication, blinking a few times only to find that, instead of the unfamiliar ceiling she'd fallen asleep under with Justice, she'd been curled up next to one of her brothers. For that matter, why did the bed feel like it was higher than it should've been? Pushing herself out, the squirrel girl was surprised by distance to the floor, coming to a shaky landing and looking down to realize she was her barely adolescent self again.
Guess that answers the question of which part of that whole day was a dream.
Shaking her head, Nanako stepped out of her room as quietly as she could manage, looking outside only to realize that it was snowing. Not to mention it was far brighter outside than it should've been for her to be the only one awake. Blinking as she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the glare, the squirrel girl stepped outside, what should've been the chill of concrete against her feet barely registering. Past the worn collection of bikes and the dented and rusty old car tucked into an open garage, and picked up a hand full of snow. To her confusion, where she should've felt a sudden chill, she only felt soft warmth and mild fluff, just like a bird...
Then realization struck and she stumbled back, tossing the feathers from her hands, only to trip back into the bank of what should've been snow. Her arms sank in as she tried to push herself out of the mess, Nanako scrabbling for purchase, for a grip on the stone pathway leading to her house, only to find the rest of her sinking down into mess underneath the feathers, warm and throbbing and growing dark as the feathers closed over the opening where she'd sunk down.
"Did you even give it a chance?" came a voice, familiar yet unfamiliar, clawing at the back of her mind, "Before you started ripping them to shreds? Straight to violence, eh?"
And then she was on the sidewalk, now on a bustling Nexus sidewalk. The crowd seemed to be parting around her like the current around a boulder lodged in a stream, but it was otherwise a normal scene. Still quivering for a moment after what just happened, Nanako eventually mustered herself up enough to stand, thankful that the crowd wasn't carrying her off with the flow. The squirrel girl looked down at the herself to find she hadn't gone back to her normal self yet, before she noticed small feathers falling down around her and looked up again only to find the streets suddenly deserted of people and vehicles alike. Dull worry spiked as that something clawed at the back of her head all over again, Nanako looking back for a moment, still seeing nothing. When she turned back around, however, the area was devastated with nary a sound, shattered glass strewn about, burned out wrecks of cars littering the road pockmarked with blasted craters.
"Were you so sure you were right?" the voice clawed at her, Nanako gritting her teeth as it dragged cruel tendrils of memory across the backs of her eyes, her stomach feeling like it was dropping into a pit as she turned again to see those glowing feathers raining from the sky, rusted gears tearing gouges the clouds and the falling feathers as they crashed down, crumbling to dust that blurred her vision. She raised her hands to shield her eyes, only to find she was her normal self again. Screams rang out, colored with that desperation she didn't want to remember, Nanako shutting her eyes and clapping her hands over her ears again, feeling crumbling metal dust rush past her. And then it was over, the screams and the dust alike, Nanako tentatively opening her eyes again and letting her hands fall away, only to take a step back at what she saw. Rows and rows of angels, just like before. Just like back then. The squirrel girl took another step back, but the angels' first steps forward saw them collapsing in on themselves, wings shattered, flesh pulverized, viscera spraying and mixing in with the mess.
"Tore us up good, you did," came the shambling voices as the mounds started to move anew, congealing into a mass of many eyes and many wings, "Had help, but you didn't slack off either. Did it feel good? Tearing into something so weak?"
Nanako was past words, just shaking her head and taking another step back, then another. Then she crouched and leaped away with all the force she could muster, only for swarms of those glowing feathers to tear away from the mass, latching onto her back, and her arms before the wings rushed in on all sides, as if to crush her-
This time, it was only Nanako's eyes that flew open, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked around as much as she could without moving so much as a single muscle. Adrenaline pounded through her veins and deep-seated instincts screamed for her to move, but the squirrel girl couldn't. Eventually, she could move again, but still didn't, not wanting to disturb the Rider she'd wrapped herself around. Instead she simply lay there, reorienting herself with her surroundings as much as she could as she tried to decide if it would be worth it to try to get more sleep. Though Justice's warmth and smell were small comforts, she latched on to what she could, aside from the Rider himself, as she tried to calm her racing heart and try to at least relax.