[ it's hard not to think of this. it's a truth that is written in the underside of his bones - or would be, if he still had them. somehow, it's the first thing that comes to mind; like what one would say if they weren't really here, instead watching this world through a panel of silvered glass.
ain watches her now, his single gaze clear yet unreadable like a pool of deep water. he watches, trying to prise out some sort of guide from her words, the air around them. ]
...... sounds like it.
[ he says this a little slower, hesitant - as if there's something else on the tip of his tongue, straining to break free.
<< I want to be in that world, too. >>
but.... how? ]
It must be nice to watch. [ a nod, as he tries to inject more confidence into his voice ]
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ain watches her now, his single gaze clear yet unreadable like a pool of deep water. he watches, trying to prise out some sort of guide from her words, the air around them. ]
...... sounds like it.
[ he says this a little slower, hesitant - as if there's something else on the tip of his tongue, straining to break free.
<< I want to be in that world, too. >>
but.... how? ]
It must be nice to watch. [ a nod, as he tries to inject more confidence into his voice ]