[ The only sounds he makes is a sharp intake of breath, but no words. He leans into the touch, unable to let that eternity go. Lost loves and friends are pain that is all to easy to fall into if you're not careful. No matter how much time has passed, no matter how well you hide it. One day something might bring it all back.
Maybe he should say something? But anything would just felt and sounded trivial. The world lost a good man that day. Like it does every day, and doesn't care.
But people remember, people keep telling each other about them each generation. Isn't that what Heroic Spirit is? A legend, a story told over and over again, never forgotten. What all them dumb kids wanted back in a day. What some other dumb kids still want these days surely. ]
Such things don't change with time. [ Finally he speaks. Not sure how much to delve into a subject, since shinki don't remember who they left behind, don't remember who they lost. ]
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Maybe he should say something? But anything would just felt and sounded trivial. The world lost a good man that day. Like it does every day, and doesn't care.
But people remember, people keep telling each other about them each generation. Isn't that what Heroic Spirit is? A legend, a story told over and over again, never forgotten. What all them dumb kids wanted back in a day. What some other dumb kids still want these days surely. ]
Such things don't change with time. [ Finally he speaks. Not sure how much to delve into a subject, since shinki don't remember who they left behind, don't remember who they lost. ]