Dream | 04

[ofgratitude]

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There’s a smudge on the window, a smear from a finger pressed and dragged sideways, and he rubs at it absently with the corner of a sleeve as he gazes out. The world beyond is a picture of peace, green grass sloping into some indeterminate distance and shifting only slightly in the breeze that fails to even tug stray leaves down from

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[neraiutsuze]

[blinking]

[staring]

[feels impolite and reaches for the hang-up button]

[ofgratitude]

Do...you need something, Lockon?

[neraiutsuze]

[damn, caught]

Ah... No, I don't need anything.

How are things with...?

[ofgratitude]

Alright.

[neraiutsuze]

Glad to hear it.

[ofgratitude]

...thank you for helping her.

[neraiutsuze]

Of course. She's important to you, huh?

[ofgratitude]

She is... [a pause, though the hesitance is obviously more a matter of phrasing than doubting the fundamentals of the answer] She is why I still live. Why I can be thankful for living.

[neraiutsuze]

That's the best kind of motivation...