[Nostalgia isn't a feeling that Taako does a lot, because he prefers to focus on looking forward rather than back, especially when there's no chance of recapturing what's been lost.
For his part, he's sitting on the edge of the couch, watching himself and Lucretia, his expression a lot more somber than it usually is. He doesn't do nostalgia, sure, but he misses this, desperately.]
I doubt it. [The answer comes quickly, but not easily.] She made her choice.
[Lucretia got to make a choice, she didn't grant him the same luxury.]
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For his part, he's sitting on the edge of the couch, watching himself and Lucretia, his expression a lot more somber than it usually is. He doesn't do nostalgia, sure, but he misses this, desperately.]
I doubt it. [The answer comes quickly, but not easily.] She made her choice.
[Lucretia got to make a choice, she didn't grant him the same luxury.]