[ He blinks, and then his expression shifts into something profoundly melancholy, a smile that borders on physical heartbreak. Those words are similar to a sentiment he's heard before, a sadness he doesn't quite know how to touch but has, in the past, succumbed to: a young woman whose only wish was to live.
Instinctively, a hand moves to brush a piece of hair out of Ai's face, and the motion is dangerously gentle. ]
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Instinctively, a hand moves to brush a piece of hair out of Ai's face, and the motion is dangerously gentle. ]
Permission to protect your wish, then, Master.