[ She brings a hand worriedly to her cheek as she's led about the halls, listening to what the phantom voices are saying throughout the halls. His strides are wide and long, and as she looks at him from a little behind as he pulls her through the corridors, she wonders--
....If this is his heart, or some sort of abstract memory of his, ...perhaps he had to endure these sorts of comments every day. Or worse-- that there is some part of him that is repeating these hurtful things to him in the back of his mind. ]
Akira... [ She murmurs his name sympathetically. ] ...Don't listen to them. [ She hopes she doesn't have to tell him that, but if not, there it is. ]
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....If this is his heart, or some sort of abstract memory of his, ...perhaps he had to endure these sorts of comments every day. Or worse-- that there is some part of him that is repeating these hurtful things to him in the back of his mind. ]
Akira... [ She murmurs his name sympathetically. ] ...Don't listen to them. [ She hopes she doesn't have to tell him that, but if not, there it is. ]