I don't know exactly what's happening back home. With time, or everything else.
[There's something a little despondent in his voice, just a touch of it.
At some point, he'd started accepting the fact that it might not matter -- the time back home, the seasons passing or the course of the world, passing him by. He's always been a very small part of how the world works, even if he's done his best to work with and protect his part of it; it's just that knowing it and really understanding and feeling it are separate things.
Maybe he won't see any of it again. He's sort of prepared himself for the possibility, just like he's always been prepared for the endpoint of fighting with his Arc. He pulls himself away from it a little with an effort.]
... It's almost Tem now here. Again. By your calendar. What do you usually do?
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[There's something a little despondent in his voice, just a touch of it.
At some point, he'd started accepting the fact that it might not matter -- the time back home, the seasons passing or the course of the world, passing him by. He's always been a very small part of how the world works, even if he's done his best to work with and protect his part of it; it's just that knowing it and really understanding and feeling it are separate things.
Maybe he won't see any of it again. He's sort of prepared himself for the possibility, just like he's always been prepared for the endpoint of fighting with his Arc. He pulls himself away from it a little with an effort.]
... It's almost Tem now here. Again. By your calendar. What do you usually do?