[ Albedo's mouth shuts quickly, because he certainly hasn't meant to say that. But, even if he doesn't feel acutely the pain, he deduces his unwillingness to speak of it as a symptom that some of it must certainly remain.
It doesn't hurt so much. Not now. When I had heard Matoba Seiji had passed, that is when I concluded that Hien had been lost to us. Even if he were alive, I could only presume he would not wish to face us as himself any longer. Therefore, I was already prepared for the conclusion he was dead or that he would die by the end of the battle.
I had wished...I was wrong, in that line of thought. That said, I imagine even still that he might have rightfully mocked me, were he in his right mind, and knowing what I'd considered or hoped for after we last spoke. And not simply because I had risen his hopes, for him to retrieve Matoba once again. That, I assume he would be fine with.
On the other hand, I do not have memories of my mother any longer, but I had written down that she had abandoned me. Hien had told me, at the time, he was unwanted. Perhaps, I had thought, that could be a bridge, for us to come to a mutual understanding. And that...we could be friends.
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[ Albedo's mouth shuts quickly, because he certainly hasn't meant to say that. But, even if he doesn't feel acutely the pain, he deduces his unwillingness to speak of it as a symptom that some of it must certainly remain.
He decides to be honest, unable to look away with Noé's forehead touching his own. ]
It doesn't hurt so much. Not now. When I had heard Matoba Seiji had passed, that is when I concluded that Hien had been lost to us. Even if he were alive, I could only presume he would not wish to face us as himself any longer. Therefore, I was already prepared for the conclusion he was dead or that he would die by the end of the battle.
I had wished...I was wrong, in that line of thought. That said, I imagine even still that he might have rightfully mocked me, were he in his right mind, and knowing what I'd considered or hoped for after we last spoke. And not simply because I had risen his hopes, for him to retrieve Matoba once again. That, I assume he would be fine with.
On the other hand, I do not have memories of my mother any longer, but I had written down that she had abandoned me. Hien had told me, at the time, he was unwanted. Perhaps, I had thought, that could be a bridge, for us to come to a mutual understanding. And that...we could be friends.