[This place is also Diluc's least favorite of the attractions, although his reasons are far more personal. This place is filled with loss and regret, and those are both experiences that Diluc knows very, very well. Those wounds are finally beginning to truly heal, but suddenly they feel as open and raw as ever. He sees his father in every painting they pass, even as he pointedly tries to avoid eye contact.
That he's walking side by side with a leader of the organization that caused the worst of it isn't helping his mood at all. That Tartaglia sees a fishing pole, of all things, adds insult to the injury.]
No, I don't see it.
[He says, not even sparing the canvas a glance before he speaks.]
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That he's walking side by side with a leader of the organization that caused the worst of it isn't helping his mood at all. That Tartaglia sees a fishing pole, of all things, adds insult to the injury.]
No, I don't see it.
[He says, not even sparing the canvas a glance before he speaks.]