[Takeshi nods faintly. He runs a finger around the rim of the cup absentmindedly a few times before he wraps the same hand around it.]
They never do. [Believe him; he's tried to make them do so. Several times. Pushed it so far down that they wound up becoming a part of his Shadow. He frowns thoughtfully, debating on whether or not it would be a good thing to say anything on that. Because, unfortunately... it is no comfort. Not to him.
In the end, he decides to let the dead rest in peace.]
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They never do. [Believe him; he's tried to make them do so. Several times. Pushed it so far down that they wound up becoming a part of his Shadow. He frowns thoughtfully, debating on whether or not it would be a good thing to say anything on that. Because, unfortunately... it is no comfort. Not to him.
In the end, he decides to let the dead rest in peace.]