He doesn't chase. Not only does he have no right to, but it'd be irresponsible. Only when the footsteps recede into the distance does he sigh, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling, unfurling a familiar feather to twirl it idly in his hand.
Eventually, he closes his eyes. Breathes in, breathes out. ]
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He doesn't chase. Not only does he have no right to, but it'd be irresponsible. Only when the footsteps recede into the distance does he sigh, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling, unfurling a familiar feather to twirl it idly in his hand.
Eventually, he closes his eyes. Breathes in, breathes out. ]
Buen camino, Hien.