[Not a single word is unexpected, or a surprise twist. This is how Faustino has always been. In fact, if he'd been asked and deemed it not too much of a waste of effort, Ciro is certain that he could have given a rough estimate of the exact words that have just been spoken to him. Maybe not exactly, but, surely, close enough.]
[For some reason, however, his heart still gives a slow but painful squeeze.]
[Quietly, he diverts his gaze, focused solely on the soft folds the blanket made as it draped across Faustino's leg. It hurts to say as much, but... This isn't the sort of thing he can be satisfied with anymore. So, quiet but honest, he answers.]
I think you said something similar when we were younger.
[And they've been words that have been upheld for years now. Sure, they got into trouble, or hurt, but... They never, none of them, ended up trapped in a cage, and experimented on, or toyed with.]
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[For some reason, however, his heart still gives a slow but painful squeeze.]
[Quietly, he diverts his gaze, focused solely on the soft folds the blanket made as it draped across Faustino's leg. It hurts to say as much, but... This isn't the sort of thing he can be satisfied with anymore. So, quiet but honest, he answers.]
I think you said something similar when we were younger.
[And they've been words that have been upheld for years now. Sure, they got into trouble, or hurt, but... They never, none of them, ended up trapped in a cage, and experimented on, or toyed with.]
[Until recently, anyway.]