[ the words shock him so much that he’s almost able to speak. it’s just by the shape of his mouth and the light, simple breath of a single syllable that a sound can be construed as a word, but it quickly dies back into nothingness when his head lifts to meet her eyes.
he’s forgiven. that should be it. those are the only words he’s ever wanted to hear, because he thought they would make him feel better. and they do, somewhat. he thinks that hayame means it; she doesn’t seem like the type to placate because it’s easy. the problem is simply that he doesn’t remember, and his worries from his own world were founded. he can’t be forgiven for something he doesn’t recall doing. ]
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[ the words shock him so much that he’s almost able to speak. it’s just by the shape of his mouth and the light, simple breath of a single syllable that a sound can be construed as a word, but it quickly dies back into nothingness when his head lifts to meet her eyes.
he’s forgiven. that should be it. those are the only words he’s ever wanted to hear, because he thought they would make him feel better. and they do, somewhat. he thinks that hayame means it; she doesn’t seem like the type to placate because it’s easy. the problem is simply that he doesn’t remember, and his worries from his own world were founded. he can’t be forgiven for something he doesn’t recall doing. ]
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[ still, he nods, and scrambles to his feet. ]