[He almost wants to say "but were they cyborgs" and just...refrains from that.]
[Hansa faintly smiles, just letting his finger hang there, on hers. A small connection, but it feels good. Just the little things, in this chaotic mess of a competition.]
[ ... She'll explain Twilights to him, someday. Hopefully. ]
[ she's quiet for a moment, but nods. ]
I do too.
I-- [ it doesn't feel or sound like enough, just to say that. ] I... wish I could fix things. Everything about this week. Change them, anything. [ she just looks their fingers, hooked together. ]
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[Hansa faintly smiles, just letting his finger hang there, on hers. A small connection, but it feels good. Just the little things, in this chaotic mess of a competition.]
...I really...deeply care about you, you know.
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[ she's quiet for a moment, but nods. ]
I do too.
I-- [ it doesn't feel or sound like enough, just to say that. ] I... wish I could fix things. Everything about this week. Change them, anything. [ she just looks their fingers, hooked together. ]
But this is all I can do.
[ it never feels like enough. ]