[ Listening to this is a little too hyperreal; too much crispness in the air stinging in the lungs, and no objectivity besides. Not like Tartaglia's distant from the sort of vulnerability he's never been able to shake— the part of him that's deathly afraid to lose what little he has.
It's hard not to respond to kind. He doesn't bother disguising his intent. ]
... And now? Planning to keep training?
[ The offer's there to help, right on the tip of his tongue, to help. It doesn't really matter what it entails, in that regard. But he won't toss out the suggestion if Mira's already succumbed to regrets and little else. ]
no subject
It's hard not to respond to kind. He doesn't bother disguising his intent. ]
... And now? Planning to keep training?
[ The offer's there to help, right on the tip of his tongue, to help. It doesn't really matter what it entails, in that regard. But he won't toss out the suggestion if Mira's already succumbed to regrets and little else. ]