[Claude doesn't mind how dishevelled she looks, and the thought simply crosses his mind that she looks as beautiful as ever. He's sure he looks not much better with his unruly curly hair still fully in Bedhead Mode before he tames it for the day, and his half-buttoned shirt rumpled. He really did just roll out of bed (or rather, the chair he slept in for lack of a bed) and went to check on Hayame first thing.]
Yeah. But it's a cycle that buys us more ti-- me...?
[His thought stutters and cuts off when he realises she's touching his shard. Of course, the blood has long since sunk into the shard and crystallised. What he's left with is something that feels... surprisingly gentle, for her. He never expected her to treat any part of him, much less his soul, with such care, when he was sure he tended to do little more than make her angry.
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Yeah. But it's a cycle that buys us more ti-- me...?
[His thought stutters and cuts off when he realises she's touching his shard. Of course, the blood has long since sunk into the shard and crystallised. What he's left with is something that feels... surprisingly gentle, for her. He never expected her to treat any part of him, much less his soul, with such care, when he was sure he tended to do little more than make her angry.
He swallows and continues.]
I mean, it's better than the alternative.