[Diluc folds up the black ribbon that had held his hair in the braid. He tucks it into his pocket.] It took me a week for the weakness to fade. …I was a corrupted ghost so there may be differences.
[He hasn’t said much about that time but the words hit the air. And they’re not wrong. He looks apologetic before he sinks back into the seat.]
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[He hasn’t said much about that time but the words hit the air. And they’re not wrong. He looks apologetic before he sinks back into the seat.]