[Makoto, in turn, remains in place. He brings the cigarette back to his lips and watches everything. One might think that he looked cold, that this was nothing but a simple assessment.
The look in his eyes and the very fact that he is still around and still sitting far too still would say otherwise.]
I know. Do you know why now?
[Or had he always known, and it was just too hard to admit it to anybody else but Makoto?]
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The look in his eyes and the very fact that he is still around and still sitting far too still would say otherwise.]
I know. Do you know why now?
[Or had he always known, and it was just too hard to admit it to anybody else but Makoto?]