( not to worry futaba, let your leader do the leading. there's a frown as he looks down at her again, before focusing on the path ahead so that she didn't feel scrutinized under the gaze.
what she has to say of course, immediately stirs up the images of the tomb... there's a pang of something, guilt? that he couldn't be there to help her through what was obviously something that rubbed salt into old wounds. no matter how old they were, they could still hurt... )
That sounds... really cruel. ( it had when it had happened to futaba, too. )
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what she has to say of course, immediately stirs up the images of the tomb... there's a pang of something, guilt? that he couldn't be there to help her through what was obviously something that rubbed salt into old wounds.
no matter how old they were, they could still hurt... )
That sounds... really cruel. ( it had when it had happened to futaba, too. )