[Maybe one day she'd close that distance, but he knows it's not easy. He knows he keeps a distance between himself and the rest of their comrades too, only letting a select few close and even fewer behind the walls he puts up around himself.
One of which died years ago.]
Nothing at all.
[Bertolt hesitates, biting his lip as he shifts his attention over to Marco-- or, well, not-Marco. It's not really him and he knows it, but it's still...]
...All we can do is make it painless in the future. When we go back.
[If they go back. The selfish side of him would rather stay in this world where it's safe. There was no real risk here. But, of course, the other side of him wants to return home. It's what they wanted all those years, wasn't it?]
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One of which died years ago.]
Nothing at all.
[Bertolt hesitates, biting his lip as he shifts his attention over to Marco-- or, well, not-Marco. It's not really him and he knows it, but it's still...]
...All we can do is make it painless in the future. When we go back.
[If they go back. The selfish side of him would rather stay in this world where it's safe. There was no real risk here. But, of course, the other side of him wants to return home. It's what they wanted all those years, wasn't it?]