His gaze drifts to a place somewhere over Feuilly's shoulder. "I saw-- I thought I saw-- the prince. And of all others, I wished to match with him. And all else is-- I know not-- I have-- dreams--" He looks down at the ground, and seems to want to turn away, but as with Feuilly, the gesture doesn't really manage to take him anywhere.
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Date: 2015-07-01 06:44 pm (UTC)