[It had been a day since their first killing, their first trial. Though the bloody tableau had triggered wave after wave of memories of that day, Aqua managed to hold it together throughout. As one of the first to stumble on the scene, he'd been the one to examine and describe the wounds. It was only afterwards, when he returned to the private safety of his room to wash up, that he'd let himself collapse. The boy made no appearance at the gathering that evening.
Apparently now recovered, he sat in the dining hall, pretending to read. When he saw Ardyn, he closed his book and pushed his chair back.]
Hey, Ardyn. ...-san. [Aqua didn't usually speak so formally with adults, but it was hard not to with Ardyn.] Can I talk to you about something? I'd like to ask a favor.
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Apparently now recovered, he sat in the dining hall, pretending to read. When he saw Ardyn, he closed his book and pushed his chair back.]
Hey, Ardyn. ...-san. [Aqua didn't usually speak so formally with adults, but it was hard not to with Ardyn.] Can I talk to you about something? I'd like to ask a favor.