[ A part of him doesn't want Claude to be attached to a Shade, especially one so dangerous. He'd rather Claude be safe, but he can't change what happened. ]
Sometimes the simple things like someone's kindness can save you. Those small moments shine brighter than the pain of betrayal. [ ... ] I'm sure she would have rather met you than not.
[ He doesn’t say anything in return, likewise the curse to broadcast thoughts doesn’t shine through. Claude is given the silence and semblance of solitude, if it weren’t for the hand that rubs his back.
Quietly, Nier sings a song. It’s one he remembers from Seafront, one he remembers the old lady at the lighthouse sang when he dropped off her mail. It’s what the postman that cared for her hummed at the post office.
Does it matter if she was an illusion, a memory? What makes love real? ]
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[ He really hates this conversation so he's going to turn on his back so that he's not facing Nier head on, staring at the ceiling instead. ]
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... I don't think so. Nothing is worse than being alone.
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Sometimes the simple things like someone's kindness can save you. Those small moments shine brighter than the pain of betrayal. [ ... ] I'm sure she would have rather met you than not.
[ Because I feel the same way. ]
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But it affects him all the same, eyes squeezing shut before he rolls over to hide his expression against Nier's chest, just for a little while.
Thanks. ]
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Quietly, Nier sings a song. It’s one he remembers from Seafront, one he remembers the old lady at the lighthouse sang when he dropped off her mail. It’s what the postman that cared for her hummed at the post office.
Does it matter if she was an illusion, a memory? What makes love real? ]