[Hayame doesn’t know if Liem ever understood why she had looked to him like she had from the very moment they’d met in that space between worlds before Horos. It’s that voice. It’s those words.
They shame her. And humble her. And… they give her just enough hope that maybe… just maybe… She can be better. And have better.
The snow falls… slower. Softer. And after a long moment when she tries to find the words to thank him for saying that… Hayame remembers that this is Communion. The gratitude comes through clear enough. So maybe it’s fine that she doesn’t… that she can’t think of the exact words. This way… it’s better. If she opened her “mouth” she might accidentally protest, say something like “but-“
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They shame her. And humble her. And… they give her just enough hope that maybe… just maybe… She can be better. And have better.
The snow falls… slower. Softer. And after a long moment when she tries to find the words to thank him for saying that… Hayame remembers that this is Communion. The gratitude comes through clear enough. So maybe it’s fine that she doesn’t… that she can’t think of the exact words. This way… it’s better. If she opened her “mouth” she might accidentally protest, say something like “but-“
… And she doesn’t want to.]