[His countenance almost breaks at her voice, and his arm just tightens around her, his head pressing against hers. He almost lifts his other arm, but afraid that feeling it might only worsen things, it remains hanging uselessly at his side.]
It will one day.
[Just a quiet, almost resigned murmur that feels just as empty and hollow as it sounds. Because how many times has he had to tell her? How many times have they had to go through this...
Yes, even he can feel tired of it, especially when he never wanted to see her like this again. Never wanted her to go through such pains and desperation...to suffer.]
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It will one day.
[Just a quiet, almost resigned murmur that feels just as empty and hollow as it sounds. Because how many times has he had to tell her? How many times have they had to go through this...
Yes, even he can feel tired of it, especially when he never wanted to see her like this again. Never wanted her to go through such pains and desperation...to suffer.]