[Takatora's silent for a long time, squeezing Mitsuzane tighter against him. It hurts to hear -- worries him -- because he knows Mitsuzane truly isn't ready. To grow up so quickly, to want the responsibilities of an adult, Takatora wishes he knew how to convey to Mitsuzane that it was never as good as anyone expected. Things were still just as bad. There were always people to listen to, to obey. Being an adult removed one person in favor of another.
Softly, Takatora rubs one hand against Mitsuzane's back.]
If you could have anything from me, from life, what would you ask for?
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Softly, Takatora rubs one hand against Mitsuzane's back.]
If you could have anything from me, from life, what would you ask for?