[ There is something alike in them, she thinks—Vira doesn't anticipate that either of them would allow another to be an obstacle to their wants, no matter how different their definitions of love are.
She gently tucks her bangs behind her ear, thinking. ]
...Is he not?
[ ...No, he really didn't seem to be. She's quiet for a moment. ]
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She gently tucks her bangs behind her ear, thinking. ]
...Is he not?
[ ...No, he really didn't seem to be. She's quiet for a moment. ]
Would you tell me what your wish is, then?