[ it's a good question - one that he himself isn't sure how to answer at first. Is he? He's felt himself leaving behind a lot of things that he took for granted - things he thought would make him happy, things he thought he would always care about. Suffering. Despair. The kaleidoscope. He'd thought himself far beyond hoping for anything anymore.
But he saw her smile, and suddenly, he feels hope again. ]
... Yeah. I am. [ will it be a happy end or a tragic one? he doesn't know. either way, he's clinging to that sliver of hope. ] Are you?
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But he saw her smile, and suddenly, he feels hope again. ]
... Yeah. I am. [ will it be a happy end or a tragic one? he doesn't know. either way, he's clinging to that sliver of hope. ] Are you?