[His father may now be a faceless, garble-voiced figure, but Natsuno still knows he was a shell of a man during those final weeks. He also knows that this broken man tried his best to protect his undead son - pathetic attempts, too little and too late, yet even they were fiercer than anything he'd done when Natsuno was still human.
He opens his eyes and turns to glance at Clarke, on his own this time.]
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[His father may now be a faceless, garble-voiced figure, but Natsuno still knows he was a shell of a man during those final weeks. He also knows that this broken man tried his best to protect his undead son - pathetic attempts, too little and too late, yet even they were fiercer than anything he'd done when Natsuno was still human.
He opens his eyes and turns to glance at Clarke, on his own this time.]
I hope he moved on.