[ dextera nods, and once he can time it, he gently lowers akira to the ground. it feels wrong, unsettling in unfamiliar ways, to be holding a dead body like this. the body of one of his friends. ]
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[ something occurs to him, looking at akira’s face. it’s a point-by-point recollection—he thinks of what ryo must be feeling now. that’s first. inevitably, his mind jumps to all that he saw in ryo’s heart, and from there, all the memories that ryo has certainly left behind of a life that he may not be ready to reclaim. memories remind him, then, that they might lose pieces of their time with akira, and as someone who has been through that already…
he doesn’t want it. after a long silence, he offers something that he might not offer to anyone else. ]
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[ something occurs to him, looking at akira’s face. it’s a point-by-point recollection—he thinks of what ryo must be feeling now. that’s first. inevitably, his mind jumps to all that he saw in ryo’s heart, and from there, all the memories that ryo has certainly left behind of a life that he may not be ready to reclaim. memories remind him, then, that they might lose pieces of their time with akira, and as someone who has been through that already…
he doesn’t want it. after a long silence, he offers something that he might not offer to anyone else. ]
…that book. The one we put together…