[Yeah you got him and his dead lover memento... Matsui is still holding the brush out, but now he's looking pensive about it.]
I wouldn't know what to write.
[Or rather, he would, but it would be depressing and he's trying not to bring down the already dour and somber mood here even more... Also his lantern is out there, but it's fine, he hasn't set it fully free yet. In fact, he pinches it by the edge as he finally straightens up again, brushing nonexistent dirt from his pants. In a complete departure from lanterns and pens:]
--What do you think of this thing?
[The. The whole memory reflection pond thing, but he just gestures at the water, expecting Eustace to get what he's referring to.]
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I wouldn't know what to write.
[Or rather, he would, but it would be depressing and he's trying not to bring down the already dour and somber mood here even more... Also his lantern is out there, but it's fine, he hasn't set it fully free yet. In fact, he pinches it by the edge as he finally straightens up again, brushing nonexistent dirt from his pants. In a complete departure from lanterns and pens:]
--What do you think of this thing?
[The. The whole memory reflection pond thing, but he just gestures at the water, expecting Eustace to get what he's referring to.]