[It's a second or two, but he does get it. He shuts his eyes briefly. A gesture of acknowledgement. And gratitude. Then he lowers his voice. It's that of a man who doesn't want to be overheard.]
Then give her my thanks. I've no more place for doubts or worries.
[But while he doesn't say it out loud, his tone makes one thing very clear: if she ever needs him... he'll be there. She may be one of many Misaos living in the headspaces of many mundanes, but there isn't a version of her that Aoshi doesn't want to be happy and free of want.]
Is this the sort of thing I should expect from my mundane?
['If he ever truly lost his mind.' Another thing going unsaid but somehow understood.]
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Then give her my thanks. I've no more place for doubts or worries.
[But while he doesn't say it out loud, his tone makes one thing very clear: if she ever needs him... he'll be there. She may be one of many Misaos living in the headspaces of many mundanes, but there isn't a version of her that Aoshi doesn't want to be happy and free of want.]
Is this the sort of thing I should expect from my mundane?
['If he ever truly lost his mind.' Another thing going unsaid but somehow understood.]