[ The memory is almost a nostalgic one for Yuji now, months and months of other griefs and trauma overtaking him and making the loss of his grandpa feel like the most natural loss. It had kickstarted his entire life as part of the world of curses and fighting, and he can't help but wonder, absently, if his grandfather would be proud of him, or if he would be disappointed that he wasn't able to save more people.
As many as you can, grandpa had said, and he had really, really tried.
Pushing himself up, rubbing his face from the sand, he looks around. He hasn't quite realised that it was a shared memory, not quite yet, and his expression flickers as he spots the young woman in front of him; all he can do is lift his hand and wave. ]
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As many as you can, grandpa had said, and he had really, really tried.
Pushing himself up, rubbing his face from the sand, he looks around. He hasn't quite realised that it was a shared memory, not quite yet, and his expression flickers as he spots the young woman in front of him; all he can do is lift his hand and wave. ]
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