[ His smile turns incredibly sad, and he wipes the tears from her eyes. He’s already come to terms with his death -- he’s had to. He knows that doesn’t make it okay, for him or for her. He knows he’s still leaving Erina to survive all by herself, to raise their child and grandchild on her own.
And he wishes he could do it differently. He wants to be by her side, he wants to visit India with her. He wants to see their child take his first steps. He wants to continue doing archeology, he wants to provide for his family.
He wants to have a family again.
But, unfortunately, he’s already dead. When everyone else returns home, he will be returning to nothing. Even if Erina does return home, even if she were to remember everything that took place here… it wouldn’t do anything for him.
Perhaps there is another version of himself, out there. One that Erina can save, one that she can live happily together with. He certainly hopes so, for her sake.
He kisses her back, and allows her change in conversation. ] I would be delighted to go to India with you. You know I’ve never been.
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And he wishes he could do it differently. He wants to be by her side, he wants to visit India with her. He wants to see their child take his first steps. He wants to continue doing archeology, he wants to provide for his family.
He wants to have a family again.
But, unfortunately, he’s already dead. When everyone else returns home, he will be returning to nothing. Even if Erina does return home, even if she were to remember everything that took place here… it wouldn’t do anything for him.
Perhaps there is another version of himself, out there. One that Erina can save, one that she can live happily together with. He certainly hopes so, for her sake.
He kisses her back, and allows her change in conversation. ] I would be delighted to go to India with you. You know I’ve never been.