As per usual, he can read her, understand her perfectly, the likes of which few others, if any, have ever been able. He offers to help shoulder the burden of her mistakes, the notion alone being enough to make her heart race, his kindness immeasurable. She could remember a time where such sentiments would be locked away deep behind his walls, and his change in heart was nothing less than touching. He had grown so much, and he was so strong; her admiration for him was something she couldn't quantify. Her highness lowers her head as she recollects aloud the beautiful, somber memory, as if begging time to turn back.
“It… it was always this time of year, midsummer,” she began, “when mother, father, and I would go to the lake in the countryside. I remember how we would ride horses through the orchards, and how my cousins and I would play in the sand and get sunburns. Oh, I miss them so dearly. My family, my childhood friends. My people. I want so much to return to them," but there was no one to return to.
"Tanaka-san," the distance between them nearly dissipates in full as she steps closer and looks up towards him, tears welling in her dull turquoise gaze as she bore into his asymmetric, but she doesn't touch, "you are the only family I have left now. You, the devas, our class. You are not the shadow to my light, but my beacon in the darkness. It is you, Tanaka-san, that has always been there for me, for even before all this, it has… always been you," her cheeks had flushed with an ardent shade, as if she were confessing to something much deeper than his confidence, "and always will it be."
"There is no one with whom I'd rather share my heart."
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