[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.]
( her turn to not look at him immediately, though clarke doesn't go so far as to cover her eyes with the crook of her elbow. simply squints at the sun for a beat, until the light becomes too much and her vision is perpetually scorched with a stark outline of blinking black; then she'll glance his way, expression somber but convicted. )
But some day I'm sure he'll find peace with the past.
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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.
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( her turn to not look at him immediately, though clarke doesn't go so far as to cover her eyes with the crook of her elbow. simply squints at the sun for a beat, until the light becomes too much and her vision is perpetually scorched with a stark outline of blinking black; then she'll glance his way, expression somber but convicted. )
But some day I'm sure he'll find peace with the past.