[It's the cadence in which the man speaks; the familiar tone in which it was spoken that rouses him properly. It feels a little like home had crept its way into the corners of his heart, trying to fill in the emptiness that has grown the longer that he's away from Fontaine.
Sleep is already forgotten as he looks at the other with something akin to shock. It'll never stop catching him by surprise when a familiar face shows up in this place. There's always a complicated feeling of happy to see them and not wanting them to be here.
He swallows audibly before finding his words.] I've been here awhile, actually. [There's no point in lying to them and Wriothesley had no reason to lie about the reality either.]
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Sleep is already forgotten as he looks at the other with something akin to shock. It'll never stop catching him by surprise when a familiar face shows up in this place. There's always a complicated feeling of happy to see them and not wanting them to be here.
He swallows audibly before finding his words.] I've been here awhile, actually. [There's no point in lying to them and Wriothesley had no reason to lie about the reality either.]
I should be asking that, if anything.