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passthrough) wrote2023-01-05 11:07 pm
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It's a twisting, familiar feeling, like a reversal of the night he looked at Sadachika and wondered how he could be so at peace with just being left to vanish to time.]
...Maybe a memory will need to be good enough for now, then. Even if it isn't something the future can hold onto... I'd still like to know for the present. You can't really make a memory out of nothing at all.
[Like him someday.
...
With a huff, he gently lifts to his feet once more, stuffing his hands into his pockets. A glance is given down to the jacket, considering, before he slowly shakes his head.]
Keep it. [The night is cold, and he's done all he feels he can do here without making this situation worse.] If you still really feel you're not safe anywhere in the next couple months... would you come find me?
I know I'm not good for much... and I can't take responsibility for whatever you choose to do. But if you need a little bit of peace... you could say I was made to protect people, if they didn't mind the hassle.
[He fully expects Owen to say no. But the branch is extended, nonetheless.]