Sometimes... even if you don't remember something, it can leave a wound.
[He hadn't known Kanan when he was a shinki. He hadn't known Kanan when her soul was screaming at him from a corpse, and yet, seeing that woman who had prayed to Yuri, he had reacted despite himself.
Ayumu's wounds are fresher, and a shinki's forgetfulness, Hakkai supposes, is no barrier to her pain, either.
He hadn't done very well helping her with it. He doesn't really know where he ought to have started, but it's surprisingly difficult to think that he's failed in that, too. He breathes out, looking away.]
And a wound needs time to heal. Regardless of the cause.
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[He hadn't known Kanan when he was a shinki. He hadn't known Kanan when her soul was screaming at him from a corpse, and yet, seeing that woman who had prayed to Yuri, he had reacted despite himself.
Ayumu's wounds are fresher, and a shinki's forgetfulness, Hakkai supposes, is no barrier to her pain, either.
He hadn't done very well helping her with it. He doesn't really know where he ought to have started, but it's surprisingly difficult to think that he's failed in that, too. He breathes out, looking away.]
And a wound needs time to heal. Regardless of the cause.