[ His quiet disposition about personal things isn't her fault, he just assumes no one cares, and anyone who did care to know probably already knew by the virtue of growing up with him. It's a hard mindset to break even when only a few of those people are here. He leverages his silence with his motions: heavy, even footsteps. ]
no subject
It's hard to say it. My life belongs to him.
[ Awake or not. But onto business. ]
Will we know when we see the crystals?