[Openness, at least on a surface level. A line in the sand, lightly drawn.
He meets the gaze firmly, studying. He will let the silence stretch, intentionally, before letting his volume drop, less boisterous and with a seniority to him that hangs in the air like a fog.]
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He meets the gaze firmly, studying. He will let the silence stretch, intentionally, before letting his volume drop, less boisterous and with a seniority to him that hangs in the air like a fog.]
Why do you want to help this world, Tatara?