[He nods in a quiet measure of understanding. He wonders what sort of "little things" she refers to, and a request is made:]
When we get back, can I see them?
[And the fondness, so very prominent, cannot be missed. Noctis finds he cannot argue against the uniqueness of each connection within each brood; strands upon strands, no two that are alike.]
And you like being part of all of this, don't you?
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When we get back, can I see them?
[And the fondness, so very prominent, cannot be missed. Noctis finds he cannot argue against the uniqueness of each connection within each brood; strands upon strands, no two that are alike.]
And you like being part of all of this, don't you?