[ Cairngorm is blissfully unaware that that's what he's thinking, or that he's even really looking at them. They're trying to look at the city as much as they can, so they can remember it later - to them, there's no way they'll ever see this again. They try to be attentive about their time with him, even if cherishing every moment that passes is almost directly opposite to the way gems go about their lives. More and more of them is wishing that things didn't have to be this way, ever since they spoke with Dextera about where they'd end up after all of this is over.
Their obligations feel more unfair as the days go by, even if they're convinced that those duties are unavoidable. Unconsciously, they lean a little more into his side, resting their hand on the sill of one of the windows. ]
...It resembles you. [ Both in name and in appearance. It's strange, but bright and colorful and happy, too. ] I thought you lived in "London," though...
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Their obligations feel more unfair as the days go by, even if they're convinced that those duties are unavoidable. Unconsciously, they lean a little more into his side, resting their hand on the sill of one of the windows. ]
...It resembles you. [ Both in name and in appearance. It's strange, but bright and colorful and happy, too. ] I thought you lived in "London," though...