[ When he'd been hoping for a voice to reach up over the vast, endless sound of shifting metal and emptiness, it wasn't for the one he actually hears. Yet he doesn't appear bothered by it when his chin lowers to offer a gaze for a gaze, the color of his eyes sharp but the set of them softened by the matter at hand. She's pretty, in the way that Kudelia is pretty. Outside of him. ]
Yeah. The most important.
[ Someone he killed for, and would have died for just to find him again. Yet here he is, whole and alive and robbed of that purpose, only to have a new one placed neatly in his palms. This was simply the condition. ]
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Yeah. The most important.
[ Someone he killed for, and would have died for just to find him again. Yet here he is, whole and alive and robbed of that purpose, only to have a new one placed neatly in his palms. This was simply the condition. ]
Were you looking for someone?