...Heh... Hello, Ms. Emiya...
(Tiredly plops down on the couch. Looks like he might be coming down from a severe illness or something of the like.)
(Takes a bite of his sandwich... then quite nearly chokes.)
...Two years...? Oh... Oh my goodness, that—... Two years...
(Visible discomfort.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...Ah! Ah, alright, this is comforting, somewhat...
(Scritches his head.)
Mainly I just worry because... well... I have friends back there, many friends, and activities, and family, and school commitments... I would not like to be waylaid from that for too long, but I suppose I can ride it out decently.
...Heh, well... I'm no fashionista, but it appears symmetrical from here...
(Nope, he now has a noticeably scrawnier right hand in place of his old one. Maybe it withered...?)
(Smiles tiredly up at Luis.)
...Heh, no, but thank you... I'm actually much better than I have been, if you can believe it...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019(Slow nod, chewing and swallowing another bite of his mosswich.)
Oh yes, indeed... I have certainly been through worse, so there's no sense in complaining. I may as well make the best of it while I'm still about, hm?
...Heh... Sort of, it's a long story... The important thing is, I'm getting better now, and I expect for that upward trend to continue...
(Just looks and sounds immensely tired and maybe a bit pained.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

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