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[notsolomon]

This is William Twining. I shall reply to your message at my earliest convenience. Thank you. ***BEEP***

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[notsolomon]

Well running away from danger is the logical solution most of the time. Fighting is not always the most desirable outcome.

[It wasn't something he was proud of, but it was a legitimate strategy.]

Some relationships are like that though. It's not the length of time, but the moments that make up that period that matter.

[jyajyaaan]

Is it really ever?

[The question is asked lightly with a gentle note and a smile that would befit a pacifist king before Vector shakes his head.]

And I agree. But ours... I thought it had become like that, but it didn't. I might be to blame for just expecting too much, but I am still happy to see that it really exists. You two should hold on to that bond like to a real treasure!

[notsolomon]

No, it's not. Though sometimes, matters come to a head and there is no choice.

[And he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance.]

...I see. Then I do not know what more to say other than that it is a problem you will have to work out in your own time

Heh, I am holding onto him come hell or heaven, demons or angels.

[Is he being literal to a cheesy extent? Perhaps.]

[jyajyaaan]

Like when things are happening here? [He nods, acknowledging William's point.] I really don't like how it's so often forced on us.

[Dropping the subject of his relationship with Yuma*, he gives the other a brilliant smile that hides any other emotions.

(*It's a thing he could easily rant a week nonstop over and still not be done, and that's when he isn't projecting his frustrations at the ones who are running this place and toying with their lives onto it as well.)]

That's the spirit! Well, I think that it'll be for the best if I get going again.

[notsolomon]

One day perhaps it will change.

[No perhaps about it. If he had the chance, William would force things to change in this place. Somehow, someway.]

Oh yes. Thank you again for the cake. It was very delicious.

[He rose to show him the door, filled with good cheer. It had been a good conversation.]