[Dour Himawari is dour. She holds a small cat to her shoulder and neck, sitting back on a couch that isn’t hers. The cat sleeps while she talks to the NV]
He’s gone again. [There is a moment, her jaw works, sets, and then she just sighs.] I’m not even sure how long he’s been gone this time. Not that long, I hope
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