[... She feels as if she is intruding on something she was not supposed to see. Surely they are not just... a pair of his own boots, because this reaction... it is so raw, so emotional, that they must have some sort of sentimental value, but...
Hayame turns her head left, right, looking around to make sure no one else can see them. Him. Perhaps she should leave him with his thoughts? But that feels sour somehow as well, even though surely she isn't the one someone would want by their side in weakness. What the fuck?]
... I do not know.
[It would be better if she did. But...
Hayame awkwardly lumbers partway down into a canine-like sit in front of him, somewhat shielding his weeping form from anyone who might be coming from the direction of camp. Surely he did not wish to be seen this way... ? That much, she could provide.]
It was simply there... and the Oracle made me feel as if it were yours.
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Hayame turns her head left, right, looking around to make sure no one else can see them. Him. Perhaps she should leave him with his thoughts? But that feels sour somehow as well, even though surely she isn't the one someone would want by their side in weakness. What the fuck?]
... I do not know.
[It would be better if she did. But...
Hayame awkwardly lumbers partway down into a canine-like sit in front of him, somewhat shielding his weeping form from anyone who might be coming from the direction of camp. Surely he did not wish to be seen this way... ? That much, she could provide.]
It was simply there... and the Oracle made me feel as if it were yours.
[... That's it.]