Konoha’s gaze drops to the floor between them, lips pursing as she swallows her instinctual answer. She needed a lot of things. Or maybe it was just “wanted a lot of things”. She wants to feel the strange, buoyant weight of the children of Akvos in her arms again. She wants to go back, to never go there in the first place. She wants to forget what she saw in that Rift. She wants to go home.
But what comes out in the end is a straw that she grasps for the purpose of just... having A2 stay, of hanging on to company in her misery.]
Can you... help me with my hooves? I have a file...
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Konoha’s gaze drops to the floor between them, lips pursing as she swallows her instinctual answer. She needed a lot of things. Or maybe it was just “wanted a lot of things”. She wants to feel the strange, buoyant weight of the children of Akvos in her arms again. She wants to go back, to never go there in the first place. She wants to forget what she saw in that Rift. She wants to go home.
But what comes out in the end is a straw that she grasps for the purpose of just... having A2 stay, of hanging on to company in her misery.]
Can you... help me with my hooves? I have a file...