[He's silent for a good long, while. A gemstone. It really can't be. It feels like a slap of fate. A joke of coincidence. He can't find the words to say anything, just yet, but when he does, he sounds hoarse.]
...A child I knew was turned...into a gem. [It feels like he's speaking from a million miles away, lost in time.] At least you...have her back.
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[He's silent for a good long, while. A gemstone. It really can't be. It feels like a slap of fate. A joke of coincidence. He can't find the words to say anything, just yet, but when he does, he sounds hoarse.]
...A child I knew was turned...into a gem. [It feels like he's speaking from a million miles away, lost in time.] At least you...have her back.