[And maybe this hits a bit too close to home for Aria too. Now that her guard is down, you may be able to pick up on that, kid: it's written in the twist of her lips, and the way she's going for another cigarette.]
Now he's moving to comandeer his own slot beside yours at the range. He doesn't look pissed? He actually looks... well, he looks about as pensive as someone like him can.
It may also be because he's fixing his gun first. Yeah, that's definitely it.]
[Well, his form is pretty damned perfect. Might also be because he gets even better at what he does when he's studiously trying to NOT think about something. But you don't have to know that.
Dishing out an entire round at the target before he's stepping back and setting the gun away.]
Stepping out for another cigarette.
[Normally, that is followed by him either telling Brianna that she can join him, or that she needs to stay in and keep practicing. This time, though, that's all he says as he moves off.]
[Only, not really. But she could pretend a little, right?]
They never accepted the fact that I was one of the Awakened. I tried my best to reconcile with them, but... it never happened. That hit me pretty hard, and started determining everything that I did.
[Taking a drag now, of her cigarette.]
I gave them up on the 195th floor in order to advance. To make sure that it wasn't going to affect my resolve, and to keep them safe.
[Smiling at her a little, but she isn't quite fine yet herself. It's still difficult to discuss, even after all of these years.]
I never really came back to see them as their daughter. I watched over them and did what I could. My siblings are still alive, in fact. They have families of their own.
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