A very high improbability, perhaps. But if there's room for doubt, there's room for possibility in equal measure.
[A sliver of hope, illogical as it is. He holds it for Ibuki with all his might. Would he need to do so for Jing Yuan, too?
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There's so much he could say. Antecdotes he could try to pull, or wisdom he could try to impress. But it's not a situation needing a teacher, nor an elder. It is a cruel reality, deserving of the trepidation it brings. So he holds the quiet, bringing his other hand against Jing Yuan's own to cup it tightly.
There is no condolences to be had for aging. But for the scars it left behind, the fears that were just as vibrant as a boy of ten or young man of eighteen, contained only out of necessity...
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...Then it's an improbability only.
A very high improbability, perhaps. But if there's room for doubt, there's room for possibility in equal measure.
[A sliver of hope, illogical as it is. He holds it for Ibuki with all his might. Would he need to do so for Jing Yuan, too?
...
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There's so much he could say. Antecdotes he could try to pull, or wisdom he could try to impress. But it's not a situation needing a teacher, nor an elder. It is a cruel reality, deserving of the trepidation it brings. So he holds the quiet, bringing his other hand against Jing Yuan's own to cup it tightly.
There is no condolences to be had for aging. But for the scars it left behind, the fears that were just as vibrant as a boy of ten or young man of eighteen, contained only out of necessity...
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He exhales, a wet and shaking sound.]
Thank you. For telling me.
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Could I show you something?