[Ezio takes a deep breath and lets it out, a way of agreeing with Kyouko on all accounts, even if he will never say so. Clay is far more damaged than he has ever expected, with hardly any care for himself or liking of what he does. In a sense, it reminds him of how he was after his family had been killed.]
I understand. [There is a long pause at this, where he decides how to word himself, how to properly speak of who they are, what they are, compared to everything around them in this conglomerate of worlds.]
Has he told you who he is?
[A simple question, but one that is important to ask for the layers of subtlety and for what she does and does not know. The more he knows, the better he will have to speak with her about this entire ordeal.]
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I understand. [There is a long pause at this, where he decides how to word himself, how to properly speak of who they are, what they are, compared to everything around them in this conglomerate of worlds.]
Has he told you who he is?
[A simple question, but one that is important to ask for the layers of subtlety and for what she does and does not know. The more he knows, the better he will have to speak with her about this entire ordeal.]