( There's hesitation in answering, because he's not sure if he's ready to hear an answer either way, not sure which direction he's supposed to hope it goes. But he answers, Fuuta speaks immediately, and Esikko listens. )
Special... ( It's the first thing he repeats, a whisper of an echo as he deals with the strange sensation in his chest, like he's been stabbed. It feels like relief and disappointment at the same time, a strange flip-flopping made worse by the tension he hears in Fuuta's voice, by the lack of anything more... simply put. )
So... he matters more? Than anyone else.
( His voice is softer than his usual, more like the tone he'd taken when they'd run into that room, slightly bloody and panting for breath with fully activated suits. His breath now isn't anywhere near as ragged, but there's a subtle shake to it. )
Because it seems like that's what you are. To him.
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Special... ( It's the first thing he repeats, a whisper of an echo as he deals with the strange sensation in his chest, like he's been stabbed. It feels like relief and disappointment at the same time, a strange flip-flopping made worse by the tension he hears in Fuuta's voice, by the lack of anything more... simply put. )
So... he matters more? Than anyone else.
( His voice is softer than his usual, more like the tone he'd taken when they'd run into that room, slightly bloody and panting for breath with fully activated suits. His breath now isn't anywhere near as ragged, but there's a subtle shake to it. )
Because it seems like that's what you are. To him.