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There are people here, Touya.
Quickly, his head snaps up to meet the stranger. Brown eyes stare in surprise for just a brief moment, then glance away with disinterest. It isn't who he wants it to be, he has to face the fact it never will be.
But someone's here. They're standing right there. He has to greet them somehow, does he not?
"Hi," the greeting is bland and bitter on his tongue.










