[He'd come to that conclusion earlier that day. A suspicion that maybe this was what it was all about. He was, admittedly, surprised to see he was right. In a way, he'd hoped he would be wrong. Because the realization he'd never actually said how he felt was a humbling one. After all, this was the girl he wanted to marry. He was carving her a necklace, after all. It was in the next room, in a box under his bed. All this time, he had just assumed she knew. More than that, he had assumed the reverse was true.
But somehow just saying it now seemed emptier. The Malnosso had robbed him of the chance to make it special. To make it mean something. He found himself staring at the floor instead.]
Well... I see. [He stumbles over what he should be saying now.] They weren't wrong. [The Malnosso, that is. At least, not wrong about how he felt. Not about what they did.]
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But somehow just saying it now seemed emptier. The Malnosso had robbed him of the chance to make it special. To make it mean something. He found himself staring at the floor instead.]
Well... I see. [He stumbles over what he should be saying now.] They weren't wrong. [The Malnosso, that is. At least, not wrong about how he felt. Not about what they did.]