[The falling snow in the empty halls of Liem's mind make the space silent indeed. A dark space, swathed in soft white quiet, lit only by faint, yellow candle glow.
He was not expecting uncertainty from Hayame of all people, who he knows does not use communion on a mere whim.]
Begin wherever is easier, [he suggests.] I am in no hurry.
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He was not expecting uncertainty from Hayame of all people, who he knows does not use communion on a mere whim.]
Begin wherever is easier, [he suggests.] I am in no hurry.