[ he wants to cry, but it’s a waste of water, of fluid that’s already oozing out of the spear-wound in his ribs. so he sniffles, and tries to squeeze back, cheek flat against the floor. ]
What do humans dream of when they dream of beautiful things? What do you yearn for?
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the sound of Choso's laboured breathing has Nanami tighten his grip on the other man, thumb brushing over cool skin, trying to soothe somehow. ]
My world? What do you mean? What would you like to know?
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What do humans dream of when they dream of beautiful things? What do you yearn for?
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The same things as you, I reckon. Things and people that bring them joy. Something to ease the burden of living.