[Yan Qing is fine with not being hated. He doesn't even aim for being liked. If only he alone could ever have kind words for himself, that should be good enough. But when Pyra speaks and lets his hair flow through her fingers, he wonders how long it's been since he's met with kindness.]
You don't know how happy that makes me.
[Looking at the floor can't hide the growing blush on his cheeks, but he tries. She makes him so shy. He doesn't know what to do with this.]
You know, with the Doppelganger inside me, sometimes I'm scared that I'll forget everything. [The more he uses it, the more it eats at his memories. He doesn't use it so much anymore, but he can't promise he won't when his life depends on it. So gingerly, he takes her hand in his and holds it with tender affection.
Then, a firm conviction.]
But I fight everyday to remember. You, me, everything... I'll never forget it. I don't want to forget.
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You don't know how happy that makes me.
[Looking at the floor can't hide the growing blush on his cheeks, but he tries. She makes him so shy. He doesn't know what to do with this.]
You know, with the Doppelganger inside me, sometimes I'm scared that I'll forget everything. [The more he uses it, the more it eats at his memories. He doesn't use it so much anymore, but he can't promise he won't when his life depends on it. So gingerly, he takes her hand in his and holds it with tender affection.
Then, a firm conviction.]
But I fight everyday to remember. You, me, everything... I'll never forget it. I don't want to forget.