Whereas Tear might have preferred to focus her attention elsewhere, his was entirely on her, as he followed the movements of her lips so as not to miss any word that left them. All the while, he had to hold back his own curiosity from showing before it could prove to be a hindrance, keeping his distance to let the girl speak freely.
It started out almost innocently, an extension of the brief knowledge he already held, one could think.
And then, suddenly, the cadet's eyes widened.
"Lived out the future...." Reiterating that part of Tear's monologue quietly, he could feel a chill slowly enveloping his chest. Ultimately, he couldn't even bring himself to finish as it dawned on him, the heavy weight of the faulty assumption he had made previously without much thinking.
Two years. A broken sound left his mouth, and hands pressed more firmly against his knees while the boy fought to keep his composure. He was no longer certain what it was he meant to ask about, instead deciding to hold onto her story, regardless of how it would unfold. In that moment, the boy could easily connect with her unwillingness to talk of the future he already knew would have been consumed by chaos, the future that he had missed while she had been forced to witness it with her own eyes.
It all turned his voice into sad whisper. "... You hadn't seen me for far longer than a month." Except it was only a part of the truth. A small part, that he now selfishly uttered despite realizing there must have been so many more obstacles on her lone path.
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It started out almost innocently, an extension of the brief knowledge he already held, one could think.
And then, suddenly, the cadet's eyes widened.
"Lived out the future...." Reiterating that part of Tear's monologue quietly, he could feel a chill slowly enveloping his chest. Ultimately, he couldn't even bring himself to finish as it dawned on him, the heavy weight of the faulty assumption he had made previously without much thinking.
Two years. A broken sound left his mouth, and hands pressed more firmly against his knees while the boy fought to keep his composure. He was no longer certain what it was he meant to ask about, instead deciding to hold onto her story, regardless of how it would unfold. In that moment, the boy could easily connect with her unwillingness to talk of the future he already knew would have been consumed by chaos, the future that he had missed while she had been forced to witness it with her own eyes.
It all turned his voice into sad whisper. "... You hadn't seen me for far longer than a month." Except it was only a part of the truth. A small part, that he now selfishly uttered despite realizing there must have been so many more obstacles on her lone path.