[It's such a simple question, but one that's never really been asked of him. A weight begins to build in his chest, almost crushing in its intensity, but the young prince finally breaks into a more quiet tone as he finally answers his question. He keeps a hand clenched over his shirt, his eyes lowering to the ground.]
I am lonely.
[He certainly feels strange admitting something like that, and it doesn't provide him much relief, if any.] It's... not a big deal. I can handle it.
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[It's such a simple question, but one that's never really been asked of him. A weight begins to build in his chest, almost crushing in its intensity, but the young prince finally breaks into a more quiet tone as he finally answers his question. He keeps a hand clenched over his shirt, his eyes lowering to the ground.]
I am lonely.
[He certainly feels strange admitting something like that, and it doesn't provide him much relief, if any.] It's... not a big deal. I can handle it.