[ Maika stares at the space left by the phantom Aubrey before stooping to pick up the daisy in careful fingertips. It's probably not as fragile as it looks — things like this couldn't linger if it were — but just this once, she doesn't want to break everything she touches. ]
You can't. The past is already gone. You just get to decide if you're strong enough to move forward or not.
[ And she, of all people, can't promise that there'll be happiness in another form at the end of that. But she tosses a quick look at Kainé and Richard. ]
...Let's get moving. Looks like we haven't reached the end of this road yet, either.
[Richard merely nods his assent. He has nothing to say to any of this, not when the same worries and wishes swirl within the depths of his own heart. To speak otherwise would be hypocrisy and he knows it.
In a way, he's glad he doesn't have to try to answer her any longer. He wonders whether she'll be able to find what she sought in whatever place she may be now, whatever form her existence may take.
But in the end, none of that is really ultimately any of his concern.]
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You can't. The past is already gone. You just get to decide if you're strong enough to move forward or not.
[ And she, of all people, can't promise that there'll be happiness in another form at the end of that. But she tosses a quick look at Kainé and Richard. ]
...Let's get moving. Looks like we haven't reached the end of this road yet, either.
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In a way, he's glad he doesn't have to try to answer her any longer. He wonders whether she'll be able to find what she sought in whatever place she may be now, whatever form her existence may take.
But in the end, none of that is really ultimately any of his concern.]