[ He sits with that for a moment, just watching Drake. Sometimes it feels like this is some skill that other people figured out a long time ago, that maybe it's too late for him to pick up because he got stuck on other things or maybe sacrificed it along the way. Gave it up in the war, then cut out more in the aftermath. But then sometimes, when he's with Drake or some of his friend, sometimes -
Sometimes, it feels like he could get it back. Not quite like he used to, but -
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Sometimes, it feels like he could get it back. Not quite like he used to, but -
There's a chance. Isn't there?
Ephemera exhales slowly. ]
You're good at this, you know?