[As used to these things as he is, such feelings surely fit him familiarly - like just the right size of glove, or the gentle arms of someone well-loved.
Flayn doesn't stare with accusation or with fury or with fear. After all, he stripped her of the chance to feel such things when he stripped her of her life. She simply exists in death; a testament to Sieghart's inability to change in the ways that truly matter.
Souji, on the other hand, has a few threads of life to spare, and all the accusation that Flayn can't give.]
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Flayn doesn't stare with accusation or with fury or with fear. After all, he stripped her of the chance to feel such things when he stripped her of her life. She simply exists in death; a testament to Sieghart's inability to change in the ways that truly matter.
Souji, on the other hand, has a few threads of life to spare, and all the accusation that Flayn can't give.]
Why--... weren't you here...?