[Yang might feel the pull at her arm first; Naoki's abruptly stopped walking, as though he's frozen, watching her. It's one thing to say it for himself, to struggle desperately to believe it even when he's had to do terrible thing after terrible thing.
It slams into him when someone else says it.]
I've always thought so too, [he says, carefully, as though saying so might break something very fragile.] But I never really heard that from anyone else, no-one other than Futomimi.
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It slams into him when someone else says it.]
I've always thought so too, [he says, carefully, as though saying so might break something very fragile.] But I never really heard that from anyone else, no-one other than Futomimi.