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If they were happy memories, I wouldn’t have run away.
“Oh.”
“Sasha?”
Milla , Sasha switched to a mental conversation, Do you remember when Raz told us about why he ran away from the circus.
Oh yes, the poor dear, Milla frowned, I couldn’t believe what he had told Ford!
I couldn’t before, now I can.
His austere disposition turned to a stony glare as he saw the rest of the Aquato family standing tall on each other’s shoulders, ready to throw their child into a water tornado.
“Oh.”
“Yes… oh.”
I cannot deny that this is probably the best option. However….
They were far too quick to agree to this.
The two of them looked over to Psychic 6, who all had similar faces of fear on their faces. And then looked over to Ford. Who was just staring forward with bitter resignation.
Silently, Milla put her hand into Sasha’s and looked into his eyes. I don’t want Raz to go in there.
Me neither. He squeezed her hand.
I don’t want Raz to go back to his parents.
Me neither. He gripped her hand tighter as he switched their hands to be interlaced.
Can we?
I already breached the topic with Forsythe, I will not rest until it is so.
This time, she was the one who squeezed his hand.
Thank you. But first… we need to make sure he gets through this madness.
We keep things stable out here, so he can make things stable in there.
He deserves better.
We’ll give him better.
They hold hands until the moment he returns.