[In contrast, Shinjiro almost visibly shrinks back. He wouldn't go so far as to call the memories fake—they're real and they happened, but they aren't Yarne's any more Yarne's memories are his. He can't claim them for his own. Even the good ones, the ones that aren't full of fire and a world he's pretty sure was dying.
"Not much," would have been his initial reply to the first query, if he had been inclined to answer and be honest about it. He knows what his life amounts to, and it's not very much. His life is certainly not something Shinjiro wants someone else to see, or anything he particularly wants to share. And it seems Yarne remembers a few things that Shinjiro isn't proud of. But it is what it is. He can't go back in time and fix all his stupid, careless mistakes.
His level expression feels paper-thin and likely to tear. He doesn't feel all that strong at all—it's hard to act like it. It used to be easier than this. But this is the coward in him talking. He doesn't even want to talk out here.
He doesn't usually feel this small. He blinks away the ache in his head.]
Like I said, you have some things of mine. [People just don't carry around Evokers here; you can't buy them. And his Evoker is subtly different from the ones the police have and the ones used in tournaments. Theirs were protoypes. Hinoto-ri's are more defined. Even before that, things weren't hard to put together. Yarne acted like him, and he had asked for Minako. It was too much of a coincidence for Shinjiro to write off.] ...You also look a lot like your mother.
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"Not much," would have been his initial reply to the first query, if he had been inclined to answer and be honest about it. He knows what his life amounts to, and it's not very much. His life is certainly not something Shinjiro wants someone else to see, or anything he particularly wants to share. And it seems Yarne remembers a few things that Shinjiro isn't proud of. But it is what it is. He can't go back in time and fix all his stupid, careless mistakes.
His level expression feels paper-thin and likely to tear. He doesn't feel all that strong at all—it's hard to act like it. It used to be easier than this. But this is the coward in him talking. He doesn't even want to talk out here.
He doesn't usually feel this small. He blinks away the ache in his head.]
Like I said, you have some things of mine. [People just don't carry around Evokers here; you can't buy them. And his Evoker is subtly different from the ones the police have and the ones used in tournaments. Theirs were protoypes. Hinoto-ri's are more defined. Even before that, things weren't hard to put together. Yarne acted like him, and he had asked for Minako. It was too much of a coincidence for Shinjiro to write off.] ...You also look a lot like your mother.
[(He doesn't.)]