He could talk about the cat that only he and the eldest father could see, or the man who smelled like storms and far off places, but there's a truer answer than those.
"It was you," Sorey tells him, looking up from his arms again. "When you saw the fountain. I was confused before, but when you saw the water, it's like I could feel your interest and longing."
He pushes himself up to sit cross-legged on the grass. "I'm not anything special; it's you."
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Date: 2017-08-31 03:47 pm (UTC)"It was you," Sorey tells him, looking up from his arms again. "When you saw the fountain. I was confused before, but when you saw the water, it's like I could feel your interest and longing."
He pushes himself up to sit cross-legged on the grass. "I'm not anything special; it's you."