[ There's that optimism again, a stark contrast to Vanitas' pessimism. He can't stand it here, he can't stand the thought of having to marry someone and let people get too close. But Aether's right. So much here is out of their control. It's rough, and it's not like he doesn't have bids on his own application, either.
He clicks his teeth. Noé told him he wouldn't let him be alone, and he owes Noé more than what he's given him thus far... ]
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[ He walks away, so he can do this. And after he's done, he keeps his arms folded across his chest, refusing to look Aether in the eye. ]
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He clicks his teeth. Noé told him he wouldn't let him be alone, and he owes Noé more than what he's given him thus far... ]
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[ He walks away, so he can do this. And after he's done, he keeps his arms folded across his chest, refusing to look Aether in the eye. ]