[Diluc notices the brief moment of tension, but he doesn't begrudge the the man for it. Surely, his own expression would be the same if van Vieks had seen into his own lantern. The past is a delicate thing. He knows that very, very well.]
Two young boys playing.
[He takes another sip of his tea, then feels compelled to add:] It reminded me of my own childhood.
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Two young boys playing.
[He takes another sip of his tea, then feels compelled to add:] It reminded me of my own childhood.