Yael doesn't respond when Fai trots over to his side. He's stood there, still as death, before the fading traces of a memory that does not belong to him. The only movement are those of the fists curled at his sides, knuckles blanching progressively paler shades of white. If Fai said something to him just now, he sure as hell didn't hear it.]
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Yael doesn't respond when Fai trots over to his side. He's stood there, still as death, before the fading traces of a memory that does not belong to him. The only movement are those of the fists curled at his sides, knuckles blanching progressively paler shades of white. If Fai said something to him just now, he sure as hell didn't hear it.]