[Her words wash over him, drawing up echoes from a time when he couldn’t stand on his own, and the vivid memory of a brightly quiet smile. Sayo has said something similar, that day when she reached out and he finally accepted her hand. He freezes for a moment, aching, but then the cool look returns. There's nothing wrong with that.]
That’s not what I’ve learned, and it's not what I've been taught time and time again. [But here...]
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That’s not what I’ve learned, and it's not what I've been taught time and time again. [But here...]