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He nods wordlessly in agreement before Jasper reaches out – leaving him too surprised to do much besides stare. His own gaze softens, betraying him, and he decides to try again.
“I don’t have a Keyblade anymore.” A wound that still stings, despite its age. Of course it does. Why wouldn’t it hurt to lose something precious? “It’s been gone for…years, now. There’s always a price to be paid, and that was what was taken from me.”
“...oh,” he says. “That’s...” He sighs and pulls him down a bit further to kiss him quickly. “M’sorry.” What else is there to say? He’s seen the way Mar looks at Keyblades, and he thought he’d just wanted one of his own -- no; he wants his own back. He touches forehead to forehead, and lets out another sigh.
“Everyone pays a price to live through what we have,” he says. “It’s no comfort to think that, but...we’ve all lost things. I know it hurts.”
