[Aqua's expression, such as it is, is a complicated one.]
Kennedy...
[What's left to figure out? He made his bed, and now he'll have to lie in it. A knot in his chest pulls tighter, all the old, familiar threads of guilt twanging in sympathy with new pain; the realization that he'll be one more loss to these people, that there are more people who will grieve his absence, cuts into his heart like a cinching wire.
Is he supposed to deny that quiet, matter-of-fact hope of Leon's? Should he, when the most important lesson Ai taught him was how important a lie can be?
Aqua looks down into his coffee, finding only his faint reflection in the surface, and goes along with it. Like always.]
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Kennedy...
[What's left to figure out? He made his bed, and now he'll have to lie in it. A knot in his chest pulls tighter, all the old, familiar threads of guilt twanging in sympathy with new pain; the realization that he'll be one more loss to these people, that there are more people who will grieve his absence, cuts into his heart like a cinching wire.
Is he supposed to deny that quiet, matter-of-fact hope of Leon's? Should he, when the most important lesson Ai taught him was how important a lie can be?
Aqua looks down into his coffee, finding only his faint reflection in the surface, and goes along with it. Like always.]
...Mm. Okay.