๏ผ he does not like admitting it. but he has not held an expectation of being cared for much of his life — and this is already overwhelming for him, like the taste of something sweet on the tongue of an ascetic. ๏ผ
[Blue bows his head once more, already dimming in form. when he lifts his head, his mouth moves, speaking to something, but there's no thought or sound to perceive, and he's gone just as swiftly as any attempt to understand - almost like a light switch was flipped.]
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is it because of him?]
If I can do no more for you, then...it must be.
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That is enough.
๏ผ he does not like admitting it. but he has not held an expectation of being cared for much of his life — and this is already overwhelming for him, like the taste of something sweet on the tongue of an ascetic. ๏ผ
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