And it truly is. Era doesn't mind his asking, knowing that he won't mind if she can't or won't answer.
"He was." From the memories she bore witness to, at least. "She was born too early, and her mother didn't want her. She was weak, and sickly, but he loved her all the same. He kept her alive against all odds..."
It's hard to say that Kiyomi was her, even though she knows it's true. The memories she bore witness to felt more like the Echo than anything else, save for one.
"...He broke that last promise to her, though he had tried his hardest to keep it." She pulls her stuffed bunny from the bag at her side, hugging it close. "She stayed put for a long time, until it was quiet. He never came back, so she went searching for him. I watched as she found his head first."
Jījí gets a tighter squeeze.
"She tried so hard—" Her voice cracks. "—to wake him up, and I remembered how it felt."
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And it truly is. Era doesn't mind his asking, knowing that he won't mind if she can't or won't answer.
"He was." From the memories she bore witness to, at least. "She was born too early, and her mother didn't want her. She was weak, and sickly, but he loved her all the same. He kept her alive against all odds..."
It's hard to say that Kiyomi was her, even though she knows it's true. The memories she bore witness to felt more like the Echo than anything else, save for one.
"...He broke that last promise to her, though he had tried his hardest to keep it." She pulls her stuffed bunny from the bag at her side, hugging it close. "She stayed put for a long time, until it was quiet. He never came back, so she went searching for him. I watched as she found his head first."
Jījí gets a tighter squeeze.
"She tried so hard—" Her voice cracks. "—to wake him up, and I remembered how it felt."