[ Without knowing what it is, there is still something precious about it intrinsically tied to him. It's as if it's a conduit for his sense of self, a trait of his that runs through him fast and strong and unforgiving. Kizuna wouldn't need his senses to know that, though he's glad to experience the weight of it in this moment. Even though the mention of it, prison, makes his eyes shut briefly, he's still relaxed, body full of trust. Laying his head on Wriothesley's shoulder, his eyes open again, also focusing on the Vision. ]
It feels like you had the strength of your heart acknowledged.
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It feels like you had the strength of your heart acknowledged.