(he isn't as old as parsee. the wound of watching yuuko die before his very eyes is still very open, even if it was a hundred years ago to begin with. he still takes her with him, in his clothes, in his mannerisms, in the pipe he currently inhales from. he looks downright miserable, but should she point it out, he'd change the subject.
he's not exactly open to strangers, but she poked a raw wound.)
She's a human whose time stopped, much like myself. She's gone.
no subject
(he isn't as old as parsee. the wound of watching yuuko die before his very eyes is still very open, even if it was a hundred years ago to begin with. he still takes her with him, in his clothes, in his mannerisms, in the pipe he currently inhales from. he looks downright miserable, but should she point it out, he'd change the subject.
he's not exactly open to strangers, but she poked a raw wound.)
She's a human whose time stopped, much like myself. She's gone.