[ What a question. Stephen stiffens, frozen for a beat, two— then slumps. Hand held in the air before his face, something to stare at as thoughts snarl and twist. ]
I don't know. I don't even know if I can. [ Not if he's capable. If he was capable of everything he's already described then he's capable of this. Stephen's head turns, finally meeting Takeshi's gaze again. ] If there's even a chance that he'll remember...
[ Then everything's undone. And for all that he hates what he did, he wouldn't do it any differently. He would risk it all again to protect the hollow victory they clawed from chaos. ]
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I don't know. I don't even know if I can. [ Not if he's capable. If he was capable of everything he's already described then he's capable of this. Stephen's head turns, finally meeting Takeshi's gaze again. ] If there's even a chance that he'll remember...
[ Then everything's undone. And for all that he hates what he did, he wouldn't do it any differently. He would risk it all again to protect the hollow victory they clawed from chaos. ]