Yang looks around when Sephiroth asks if any of this looks familiar, and...it doesn't. But it's hard to tell. Many of the buildings are falling apart, burning, or both. This was a town not so long ago.

"Nope. Just that this happened a long time ago." Yang isn't sure why she said that, or why she feels so sure of that fact, other than she knows in her gut that it's true. "There was a big war on Remnant about eighty years ago. All of four kingdoms fought each other. This is older than that. I don't know how I know that, I just do."

She glances back at the locket. "I don't..." Her voice trails off uncertainly. "Maybe?" She says finally, looking up at Sephiroth and shrugging. She's pretty sure before this dream she'd never seen that locket before, but Yang is certain if she held it in her palm she'd know exactly how it would feel to run a finger over it, the exact weight of it in her palm, or how one of the hinges was a little loose and needed to be—

She shakes her head. "This is so weird. I can't tell if this is a dream or a memory because it feels like both. A dream of a memory. Does that even make sense?"

She still hasn't reached for the locket. At this point, Yang doesn't know what would be worse, if she picked it up and she was right about knowing what holding it would feel like...or if she wasn't.