[ Trunks is quiet as he listens. Even though he might not be able to understand how such an experience, if you will, can feel, he can see that it was something difficult for Rokurou to go through and it's after he tells him this tale that he gently sends a nudge of warmth over to the daemon, perhaps as a quiet means of reassurance.
And, it's after a moment, that Trunks pulls his hand out from under his pillow and uncurls his fist, looking to the small pebble in his palm. ]
I think there's still some of your humanity left inside you. Maybe it's not as much as when you weren't a daemon... but I think you still have some inside you somewhere.
At this point, it's going to be impossible for me to forget.
[Whether he believes he actually has any of that humanity left, eeeeh. But then again, he's the type to be whatever he wants and probably just uses the "humans" and "daemons" as labels to keep things simple for others. So Trunks might be right—there may be something still there hidden deep...deep down.]
And you've still got more? [He can't help but chuckle.] All right, what is it?
[Can one tell if someone has fallen asleep? After several long seconds and given the time of night, Rokurou can only assume so. So he just grins a little.]
Goodnight, Trunks. ...Thanks for the letter.
[Just a quiet murmur before the connection cuts out and Rokurou will spend the next few hours staring either at the ceiling of his room or out the window as he mulls over everything that just transpired.]
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And, it's after a moment, that Trunks pulls his hand out from under his pillow and uncurls his fist, looking to the small pebble in his palm. ]
I think there's still some of your humanity left inside you. Maybe it's not as much as when you weren't a daemon... but I think you still have some inside you somewhere.
[ A beat. ]
No, I know you do.
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Oh yeah? Because of what you said in your letter?
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[ And he sounds rather confident as he murmurs that. ]
So you better not forget. No matter what.
[ Gently, fingers curl around the pebble again and it's after a pause that he speaks again. ]
Hey, Rokurou... there's... something else I wanna tell you...
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[Whether he believes he actually has any of that humanity left, eeeeh. But then again, he's the type to be whatever he wants and probably just uses the "humans" and "daemons" as labels to keep things simple for others. So Trunks might be right—there may be something still there hidden deep...deep down.]
And you've still got more? [He can't help but chuckle.] All right, what is it?
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However, this shall remain a mystery as the smol boy has drifted to sleep, hand still curled around his pebble.
Maybe next time, Rokurou. ]
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Trunks? [Blink blink.] Trunks...?
[Can one tell if someone has fallen asleep? After several long seconds and given the time of night, Rokurou can only assume so. So he just grins a little.]
Goodnight, Trunks. ...Thanks for the letter.
[Just a quiet murmur before the connection cuts out and Rokurou will spend the next few hours staring either at the ceiling of his room or out the window as he mulls over everything that just transpired.]