[The memory strikes him suddenly, as Ai holds out her hand, of doing exactly that himself: reaching into the ninth circle of hell and drawing out his first and only friend.
This is the same. What Ai is doing right here, right now, is pulling Brook out of hell.
He meets her eyes, swallows, and thinks, I will do anything for you.
And he takes her hand.]
...Only if there's something sweet.
[He doesn't try to smile. It'd be pathetic, and besides, he's not sure he remembers how. But he lets her lead and follows after, lifting the over-large collar of his T-shirt to scrub the remaining tear tracks from his face.]
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This is the same. What Ai is doing right here, right now, is pulling Brook out of hell.
He meets her eyes, swallows, and thinks, I will do anything for you.
And he takes her hand.]
...Only if there's something sweet.
[He doesn't try to smile. It'd be pathetic, and besides, he's not sure he remembers how. But he lets her lead and follows after, lifting the over-large collar of his T-shirt to scrub the remaining tear tracks from his face.]