[ the image of whatever it was seems to fade back into shadow, but the ornament remains - their form now an outline of something humanoid, rather than a cold suit of empty armor. ]
[ And then, shockingly fast, the armor seems to reform - clicking into place, retreating further into the shadows, some of the thunder crackle in their voice from before. ]
[ yeah, there sure is a very specific tense being used this conversation. that's weird, right. steel's voice is strained at this point, tense and tight. ]
What is there even to speak of? If it is already gone, so be it.
[He nods, voice is much softer than it usually is. Maybe it's still a fresh hurt- or maybe it's fresh all over again, when they couldn't remember before.]
[ they're silent for a very long moment, but after a bit of this - and there's no indication they want Kumon to leave or anything - they finally speak again. ]
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The most wonderful thing this world had to offer.
[ but their voice is slower, halting now. ]
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[Are their memories back, but only for a moment?]
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[ And then, shockingly fast, the armor seems to reform - clicking into place, retreating further into the shadows, some of the thunder crackle in their voice from before. ]
There is nothing to be gained by it.
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He looks confused?]
I thought she was the most important person to you?
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She was.
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Do you wanna talk about her, or something else?
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What is there even to speak of? If it is already gone, so be it.
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Alright.
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I thank you. For returning it.
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Of course. I'm happy it got back to the right person.
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Kumon gives a small nod.]
Has the prism ever done that before?
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[He doesn't want anybody else to go through all that.]
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