Meaningful scenes, as well as serenity that seems foreign. Breaths colliding with each other, as if channeling various perceptions and empathy, about the past that is almost the same but not the same. They didn't blink for a long time, as if in awe of each other's appearance, or perhaps of each other's life stories.
"Then?" Baron Jason's voice sounded very low as if he was almost choking. His chest shook violently with the sadness that had hit him. His dead father. "What were you doing then? I'm sure you're jealous of the other kids, who can get the love of their parents and can get things easily without having to work hard."
As if he was saying that to himself. It was as if he was looking in the mirror and seeing his reflection. Is he jealous of other people? Of course, he did, of course, he was jealous. Especially when other people can get a confession easily, without having to brag and twist the facts.
