[He tilts his head a bit to regard it, considering the art itself, the story behind it. A destroyed painting from a destroyed world about a destroyed race, the parallels too obvious and painful to voice. Here they are in her childhood home, looking at things she'd never thought to see again... With no way to change what's to come.
He looks down to meet her gaze.]
You want to take it back, [he says, not because it needs to be said but because he has to say something.] We can try, why not?
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He looks down to meet her gaze.]
You want to take it back, [he says, not because it needs to be said but because he has to say something.] We can try, why not?