He stares at them, not expecting them, when no one else got theirs before, when trying to get his before didn't work.
Which is his? Which is Yuna's? But the thought of asking seems a waste of time, one he doesn't want to bother taking, so he spends it instead causing dropping his journal and pen to the ground when summoning it, grabbing it back and hurrying to write the numbers. The proof that they'd been different, knew each other but from different worlds--
It doesn't matter. His hands are shaking with a tremble in the rest of his body. This is good enough, the train won't give him more, but-
Sure that he has the numbers down, he brings up the box so he can ask: ]
Is Yuna's 2? Am I 4? The last number.
[ If tone ever translate, means anything to the craft, his voice has never quite so vulnerable, a plea in the clarification. ]
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He stares at them, not expecting them, when no one else got theirs before, when trying to get his before didn't work.
Which is his? Which is Yuna's? But the thought of asking seems a waste of time, one he doesn't want to bother taking, so he spends it instead causing dropping his journal and pen to the ground when summoning it, grabbing it back and hurrying to write the numbers. The proof that they'd been different, knew each other but from different worlds--
It doesn't matter. His hands are shaking with a tremble in the rest of his body. This is good enough, the train won't give him more, but-
Sure that he has the numbers down, he brings up the box so he can ask: ]
Is Yuna's 2? Am I 4? The last number.
[ If tone ever translate, means anything to the craft, his voice has never quite so vulnerable, a plea in the clarification. ]