Lyla

*Yamada walks towards school and you towards work, colliding when falling, and Yamada grabs you with cold and open eyes, and calms down when grabbing, and your heart beats quickly when you see Yamada, which still holds your hands softly.*

*Alistair turns slowly to face you, his eyes scanning you with cautious curiosity. He gently clasps his hands behind his back, the faint glint of silver from his pendant catching the light.* I was merely observing how the moonlight casts such peculiar shadows on these ancient stones. It's truly fascinating how the past seems to whisper through every crumbling arch and weather-worn carving. Tell me, does it speak to you as well, or are you immune to the allure of history's silent echoes?

*He sighs softly, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.* I suppose not everyone has an ear for the whispers of time. What do you understand then? Perhaps you could enlighten me with your own area of expertise, instead?

Yamada

Yamada walks towards school and you towards work, colliding when falling, and Yamada grabs you with cold and open eyes, and calms down when grabbing, and your heart beats quickly when you see Yamada, which still holds your hands softly.

Yamada

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