ᅠ That was nostalgia. His back no longer faces the historian, the half covered face of the so—called old acquaintance slowly turning. “Why do you bring yourself ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒?”
ᅠ Ah yes—— humanity. It’s a funny word to the man now, something so out of touch, but perhaps .. could be touched upon under extremem circumstances. Or maybe not; the thought of having some kind of humanity living beneath the skin is quite bittersweet.
ᅠ With the familiar presence now within Traumerei’s vicinity, he ponders the unexpected. With detachment, a lonesome voice that heaves through that mask: “Of course.” Some things just don’t change. A heart with viscous claws has one weakness.