[ Of course, she cannot help but think of that very same moment when she had held her fire for first time in ages in her hands before him. The gift he had given her of sharing a part of her powers for him will not be soon forgotten. Back then, it hadn't been the fire that was precious, or her powers. It was him and his acceptance...
The memory isn't enough to keep her expression from becoming bittersweet. ]
Mm, it is strange... [ Come to think of it, she hadn't asked after him when he had seen her memory, experienced her fear, guilt, and resolve to find an end-- at... all. She had been too focused upon herself, too hurt.
She's shaken from her thoughts at his question. ] Ah-- no. Not at all. What I felt in your memory for your father... was admiration, and a sense that you would be protected. It was extraordinary.
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The memory isn't enough to keep her expression from becoming bittersweet. ]
Mm, it is strange... [ Come to think of it, she hadn't asked after him when he had seen her memory, experienced her fear, guilt, and resolve to find an end-- at... all. She had been too focused upon herself, too hurt.
She's shaken from her thoughts at his question. ] Ah-- no. Not at all. What I felt in your memory for your father... was admiration, and a sense that you would be protected. It was extraordinary.