[ Kenta sniffles, snotty and a little gross, and lifts a hand to do the same for them. It's the least he can do to comfort his friend - no, his family.
If they let him, and the Essence stains his sleeve, he either doesn't notice or doesn't seem to care. He's much too focused on that gentle, gentle care. ]
Can I ask... was Thirteen your family? [ Even though it might hurt them to talk about, he can't shake the feeling of wanting to know. ]
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If they let him, and the Essence stains his sleeve, he either doesn't notice or doesn't seem to care. He's much too focused on that gentle, gentle care. ]
Can I ask... was Thirteen your family? [ Even though it might hurt them to talk about, he can't shake the feeling of wanting to know. ]