[Itsuki blinks rapidly as the memory fades from view. That was... Malik -- he recognized him immediately of course -- despite his age and that expression of child-like wonder on his face.
Only for it to vanish -- just like that. For a moment, he forgets that Malik had to see a memory of his own, he's trying to reorient himself back to the present. So much of his past conversations with Malik make more sense now. Art, choosing your own way, resisting tradition...
Pretty things for Itsuki to say,]
...Sorry. I shouldn't have just said what I wanted -- and pretended I knew any better.
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Only for it to vanish -- just like that. For a moment, he forgets that Malik had to see a memory of his own, he's trying to reorient himself back to the present. So much of his past conversations with Malik make more sense now. Art, choosing your own way, resisting tradition...
Pretty things for Itsuki to say,]
...Sorry. I shouldn't have just said what I wanted -- and pretended I knew any better.