[ There's someone – a figure, a phantom – that runs past them, at the corner of Ahito's eye. Yamato catches a glimpse of him: A young boy with the same olive green hair as him, with a similar eye color. The boy looks...happy. Happy, as if he's enjoying himself.
Huh. The resemblance to Yamato is uncanny, though, and it's telling that Yamato can't stop staring at him. ]
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[ There's someone – a figure, a phantom – that runs past them, at the corner of Ahito's eye. Yamato catches a glimpse of him: A young boy with the same olive green hair as him, with a similar eye color. The boy looks...happy. Happy, as if he's enjoying himself.
Huh. The resemblance to Yamato is uncanny, though, and it's telling that Yamato can't stop staring at him. ]