[Diluc crosses his arms over his chest. The action feels so familiar that he can picture them somewhere else. A different sandy beach. Grassy lands with the wind blowing. Streets.
He takes a breath.] It feels wrong and right at the same time. ...tell me, do you remember your hair ever being another shade?
[The words had slipped out before he even thought to check them. He looks at Kaeya to gauge his reaction. But something tells him the answer. He feels the answers just beyond his reaching fingers. Will they come to him in dreams?]
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He takes a breath.] It feels wrong and right at the same time. ...tell me, do you remember your hair ever being another shade?
[The words had slipped out before he even thought to check them. He looks at Kaeya to gauge his reaction. But something tells him the answer. He feels the answers just beyond his reaching fingers. Will they come to him in dreams?]