[For a few long moments, Robert stares at the dirt. It doesn't bear any of the marks of the sensei's presence anymore, the normal processes of Luceti's faux-environment having worn them away - but somehow, it feels almost strange to intrude on the spot, to put something new there...]
... Would you... wish to?
[The slightest of tremors in Robert's voice betrays the feelings under never touching this spot - it would feel almost like... like they had finally given up.
But... it's been so long, and none of the other Hamatos have returned with the new cycles...]
no subject
... Would you... wish to?
[The slightest of tremors in Robert's voice betrays the feelings under never touching this spot - it would feel almost like... like they had finally given up.
But... it's been so long, and none of the other Hamatos have returned with the new cycles...]