[ While she types, he waits, gaze cast down at the iridescent ground, the sleek roads and patterns that he can't imagine ever existing in Ylisse. How different must her world have been to possess such things? How homesick must she be here in Olympia, where things aren't all too different from Yliese?
Or perhaps if she's not homesick at all, if an encounter with someone she used to know would turn out like this. He frowns as he reads the message on the screen, expression darkening at the vague explanation. Actually, he's realizing he doesn't know much about Red at all, despite how many conversations they've had thus far.
And yet he still wishes to know more about her, the events that have brought her to this point. He hesitates a moment, then asks: ]
Do you regret the way things turned out?
[ He doesn't feel as though he has the privilege of asking what happened, not just yet. ]
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Or perhaps if she's not homesick at all, if an encounter with someone she used to know would turn out like this. He frowns as he reads the message on the screen, expression darkening at the vague explanation. Actually, he's realizing he doesn't know much about Red at all, despite how many conversations they've had thus far.
And yet he still wishes to know more about her, the events that have brought her to this point. He hesitates a moment, then asks: ]
Do you regret the way things turned out?
[ He doesn't feel as though he has the privilege of asking what happened, not just yet. ]