[Axel frees one hand from pillowing his head, and rubs a knuckle across his chest, as if it aches. It doesn't, really. There's just... something uncomfortable about that thought. Always in their hearts.
What about his heart? What did it do, forgetting?]
I guess I probably had good friends before, too. Except. You know.
[It's not like he could help forgetting. He doesn't really feel guilty about it. But it's uncomfortable to dwell on anyway.]
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[Axel frees one hand from pillowing his head, and rubs a knuckle across his chest, as if it aches. It doesn't, really. There's just... something uncomfortable about that thought. Always in their hearts.
What about his heart? What did it do, forgetting?]
I guess I probably had good friends before, too. Except. You know.
[It's not like he could help forgetting. He doesn't really feel guilty about it. But it's uncomfortable to dwell on anyway.]