What comes to him is the warmer smells of mornings - the pale sound of food upon the stove. What comes to him is the notes of Shinji's voice - Misato's. What comes to him is not the dank surroundings of a basement. What comes to him is not the lower chant of hymns within the dark. The soft pull of what he thought once was benefit --
He eases it back. Smiles around the maw of memory, reassured: ]
Man cannot always be made to endure; however, despite what pain we might come to experience, time may help us to mend. [ And though he does not look up, not yet, his words are directed. Quiet. ] To seek such space is not weakness, Diarmuid. [ A beat, and his eyes flicker up: ] You will come to greet what it is that awaits you on your own.
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What comes to him is the warmer smells of mornings - the pale sound of food upon the stove. What comes to him is the notes of Shinji's voice - Misato's. What comes to him is not the dank surroundings of a basement. What comes to him is not the lower chant of hymns within the dark. The soft pull of what he thought once was benefit --
He eases it back. Smiles around the maw of memory, reassured: ]
Man cannot always be made to endure; however, despite what pain we might come to experience, time may help us to mend. [ And though he does not look up, not yet, his words are directed. Quiet. ] To seek such space is not weakness, Diarmuid. [ A beat, and his eyes flicker up: ] You will come to greet what it is that awaits you on your own.