[ It explains a lot, that. In the same way, thinking about his parents...well, it never stops being hard, but that wound has long since scabbed over. He tips the cup, pouring the last few remnants of good coffee into his mouth.
Courage, Makoto. He sets the cup down and meets her eyes. ]
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[ It explains a lot, that. In the same way, thinking about his parents...well, it never stops being hard, but that wound has long since scabbed over. He tips the cup, pouring the last few remnants of good coffee into his mouth.
Courage, Makoto. He sets the cup down and meets her eyes. ]
I lost mine. A long time ago.