[Firo stares at Czes a moment, wondering why the kid's still hiding. He takes a step back to see if that'll encourage him to move. He frowns.]
...Well, you don't hafta run from me.
[He winces, recalling that time Czes really should have run. It feels like forever ago, back when they were still in the original Mayfield, but he knows it's not so distant as to be forgotten.]
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...Well, you don't hafta run from me.
[He winces, recalling that time Czes really should have run. It feels like forever ago, back when they were still in the original Mayfield, but he knows it's not so distant as to be forgotten.]