[ How many times has he thought similar things? How many times has he been aware that nothing is absolute, how important it is to soak up every moment of the present while he has it before it becomes the past, irretrievable....
And the mention of "someone's design"....
Could it be, that she, like him....?
Ken's hands squeeze Eight's back. There's a strength in them, but his grip is gentle. ]
That's true. Nothing treasured by a heart is ever really gone. The good, and the bad, it's all a part of us.
[ Wormmon, meanwhile, is looking at those clasped hands. And the bug, is, uh, a little bug-eyed. Th-this mood--!! And Ken-chan's clasping her hands in return---!!!!!! ]
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[ How many times has he thought similar things? How many times has he been aware that nothing is absolute, how important it is to soak up every moment of the present while he has it before it becomes the past, irretrievable....
And the mention of "someone's design"....
Could it be, that she, like him....?
Ken's hands squeeze Eight's back. There's a strength in them, but his grip is gentle. ]
That's true. Nothing treasured by a heart is ever really gone. The good, and the bad, it's all a part of us.
[ Wormmon, meanwhile, is looking at those clasped hands. And the bug, is, uh, a little bug-eyed. Th-this mood--!! And Ken-chan's clasping her hands in return---!!!!!! ]
Hey. What are you doing....?