I...I have to know. It could be- [It could be the ink. If he touches the ink, it'll react, and he'll KNOW-]
[He's about to pull away from her hand, cross those last few steps, when the illusion is dispelled as it changes and]
[His legs give out. It doesn't matter how much he feared disappointing his father, feared his anger if he had truly worked his last bit of patience, the thought of him still suffering...]
[The tears fall, just a few, but there is an ache in his chest, that maddening void that had driven him for so long and with no direction.]
[The shattering of objects doesn't concern him, but]
[This is not his...game, he supposed.]
[Blue eyes.]
[Twin.]
[Its an idle thought, one of the first things he was able to do that wasn't for himself the first time he felt this ache, reaching out for Saya's hand because he's not sure this is any better for her heart than his father had been for his.]
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[He's about to pull away from her hand, cross those last few steps, when the illusion is dispelled as it changes and]
[His legs give out. It doesn't matter how much he feared disappointing his father, feared his anger if he had truly worked his last bit of patience, the thought of him still suffering...]
[The tears fall, just a few, but there is an ache in his chest, that maddening void that had driven him for so long and with no direction.]
[The shattering of objects doesn't concern him, but]
[This is not his...game, he supposed.]
[Blue eyes.]
[Twin.]
[Its an idle thought, one of the first things he was able to do that wasn't for himself the first time he felt this ache, reaching out for Saya's hand because he's not sure this is any better for her heart than his father had been for his.]