[Kim doesn't respond immediately. His eyes drift to the fire, its crackling the only sound between them for a moment. The flames are fuzzy, but the smell brings him right back to trashcan blazes on abandoned corners, or makeshift fishing grills set up on the beach in summer.
Kim rubs his temples, ignoring how dry his throat has become.]
No. I don't.
[What he doesn't understand is why, of everyone, not just in Revachol, but seemingly all of Elysium, he's the one sitting here. Even if no Innocence currently held power, what was the use in sparing him?]
And I want to know if these people have something to do with it.
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Kim rubs his temples, ignoring how dry his throat has become.]
No. I don't.
[What he doesn't understand is why, of everyone, not just in Revachol, but seemingly all of Elysium, he's the one sitting here. Even if no Innocence currently held power, what was the use in sparing him?]
And I want to know if these people have something to do with it.