Dad used to tell her she was going to trip on her skirts.
[ Something Mako's never really brought up before. His voice is soft, almost absent: a memory half-there that he hasn't thought about in years. He stares at the flower for a moment longer, then looks up, his face set. ]
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[ Something Mako's never really brought up before. His voice is soft, almost absent: a memory half-there that he hasn't thought about in years. He stares at the flower for a moment longer, then looks up, his face set. ]
...touch it with me.