[wow, tuuri was right... she was a way cuter kid than lavi???
Except he's not thinking of that, he's not thinking of that at all. He just watches this memory play out, feels the slowly looming sense of dread so very clearly even while Tuuri maintains her innocence throughout. That's the terrifying part of it, to see a tragedy through a child's eyes. At least Lavi had always known they would be, even as a child. At least he'd been trained to see.
He lifts his hand to touch Tuuri's, at first tentative, then more firmly.]
...Where did you go?
[Where did they live? How did these three children survive? Were they swept up into the pages of history like all innocents, defined by the tragedy they suffered?]
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Except he's not thinking of that, he's not thinking of that at all. He just watches this memory play out, feels the slowly looming sense of dread so very clearly even while Tuuri maintains her innocence throughout. That's the terrifying part of it, to see a tragedy through a child's eyes. At least Lavi had always known they would be, even as a child. At least he'd been trained to see.
He lifts his hand to touch Tuuri's, at first tentative, then more firmly.]
...Where did you go?
[Where did they live? How did these three children survive? Were they swept up into the pages of history like all innocents, defined by the tragedy they suffered?]