I-- [ Words catch in his throat. His mind is so empty, his history gone, except a few fragments, and her tone brings up such a deep homesickness, he chokes on it for a moment, looking away.
Breathe, Yuri. He steels himself, fingers flexing and curling ] No, it's fine. I'll look, if you think it'll help.
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Breathe, Yuri. He steels himself, fingers flexing and curling ] No, it's fine. I'll look, if you think it'll help.