[Liem walks in patient silence, booted feet tapping softly on stone cobbles, as Hayame considers his question. He can't condemn her for having trouble coming up with an answer to something so broad and significant. Although he'd come to his church shortly before his ninth birthday, and begun his inquisitor training at the cusp of his manhood, at fifteen, he hadn't really found his conviction until years later. What he'd had as a young man had been hot and bright, but still as vulnerable as a candle flame. Like all things, it had needed time and room to grow.
He doesn't look up at her when she finally speaks, his gaze still focused watchfully on the buildings and people they pass by. But the answer does pique his interest; he recalls her brief mention of people back home whom she couldn't return to, who were either dead or simply better off without her in their lives. He wonders which of them describes Yubari.]
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He doesn't look up at her when she finally speaks, his gaze still focused watchfully on the buildings and people they pass by. But the answer does pique his interest; he recalls her brief mention of people back home whom she couldn't return to, who were either dead or simply better off without her in their lives. He wonders which of them describes Yubari.]
What was he like?