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Walter didn't seem judgemental when she laughed. He thought it over, Wisdom closing her eyes on his side. Was she sleeping? Still listening? Meditating? Who knew with his strange little bird.

"Another difference. You were born with that connection to the divine. It was part of you from the start. When I was tied to Valtiel, I began to lose sense of myself. But for you...it was always you." Walter hadn't been born special; he had simply been an unwanted orphan who was shaped and molded into something with purpose. Manaka however had been born with those abilities and knowledge. For him, being here without the ties to a higher being was like being cleansed. But for her, she was missing part of herself.

"You won't forget." His tone was confident and...reassuring. As reassuring as he knew how to be. He stood slowly and reached out, gently touching her shoulder. He didn't know the language of comfort but he was trying his best, even as nerves tightened in his chest. "As you said, we can't leave behind those parts of who we were. Even if things change here, our history remains and influences who we become."

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She looked up as he touched her, her lips twitching in another embarrassed smile. Lifting her hand and setting it over Walter's, she squeezed his fingers with a fragile grip. "I'm sorry. I wish I could say something like that to you, too." It wasn't an odd thing for her, to feel that gulf between another person's feelings and her ability to empathize with them — but it was rare for her to wish that the distance didn't exist when she didn't have anything to give. "But I hope you're allowed to stay here for a long, long time."

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He gave her a smile in return. Not really comforting or happy or anything like that; a smile of shared sorrow. "Thank you. For listening." There wasn't anything else to say. Not right now, anyway. Just knowing that there was that shared knowledge...was soothing. It didn't give him hope, or make him feel especially better. But it was calming to know.

"Would you like some tea or something to eat? I'm going to be cooking omelettes."

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"Oh! Of course." As Walter changed the subject, Manaka deliberately smiled brighter, taking his cue to put the heavier subjects out of her thoughts. By now, she felt ruder refusing food than accepting it from him. She took a step back, still holding onto his hand — and then, with another squeeze, she let it drop. "Do you want any help?"