[No, he doesn't. In fact, he's holding her hand rather tightly, like it's the only thing keeping his grounded in the real world right now.] ...I'm sorry, Nephry. You're always taking care of me, aren't you? Even when we were children.
[He doesn't smile at her, just at the opposite wall. And his smile is sad and wistful. He hates digging up the past. Hates it.]
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[He doesn't smile at her, just at the opposite wall. And his smile is sad and wistful. He hates digging up the past. Hates it.]