There are so many flashes of memory, but they're all so distinct--easy to get swept up in. If Luke wasn't living through them, he'd feel such similar nostalgia, fondness intertwined with heartache. Memories of much simpler times, back when none of them--Luke, Rosa, Diluc, or this other boy--knew where they'd be today.
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There are so many flashes of memory, but they're all so distinct--easy to get swept up in. If Luke wasn't living through them, he'd feel such similar nostalgia, fondness intertwined with heartache. Memories of much simpler times, back when none of them--Luke, Rosa, Diluc, or this other boy--knew where they'd be today.
The memories end. And, gently:]
Who was that?