( she wants to know more — about him, about this place, about what he's doing, and why. she wants to understand him, most of all — because she hates not being able to offer him any comfort or help or... whatever else he needs. maybe he doesn't need anything. maybe he doesn't feel anything.

it's fine; she'll feel strongly enough for both of them, as she always does. and it's not like she'd offer him anything upfront: he'd have to take it, but... isn't he good at that? )

Rocchi... ( it's hard to find comfort in knowing he'd done terrible things; things that warranted hiding. in the other hand, she also... feels a little at ease, knowing he's experienced something she did — something she always thought she was alone with. he did it to hide something, whereas she did it to release something; it's different, but... ) I'll never look away, 'kay? 'cause I'm not a coward.

( she huffs, determined. )

But I know there's more to this, too. I... I think I saw you, in the mirror, when you were a little younger. Um... practicing soccer, and... sketching out plans? And the stone... were you looking for it in a river yourself?