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The first time Ukyo’s ears pick up the sound of your voice after 3,700 years of petrification, his breath hitches so quietly that even his own ears just barely register the noise. It’s been way too long since he’s last heard that familiar cadence and listening to you speak is like a warm welcome back home after months spent at sea.
He notices that you’re with the Kingdom of Science. Being tethered to the Empire of Might himself complicates the situation, but your laughter gives him hope.
3,700 years may have passed, but Ukyo still loves you all the same.