[It already feels like jis heart is dying a little as he pieces together the possibility. He takes a hesitant step towards Yang while he grapples to find words.]
Yang, that... In your hand. Can I see...?
[He starts to reach out a hand to accept it, but it falls almost immediately as his eye catches something else on the ground. He quickly squats down to pick up the scrap of purple fabric, pinching it as he quickly looks it over. He may not be able to identify it by touch, but the color matches perfectly with his memory.]
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Yang, that... In your hand. Can I see...?
[He starts to reach out a hand to accept it, but it falls almost immediately as his eye catches something else on the ground. He quickly squats down to pick up the scrap of purple fabric, pinching it as he quickly looks it over. He may not be able to identify it by touch, but the color matches perfectly with his memory.]
No...