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( It is true his view surrounding Furina and what type of relationship they embodied has shifted over the years. Her absence is very telling throughout his days, especially the commutes without her commentary in his private transport. Meetings are no longer tea parties. She brought more than a simple duty to his days and he can only compare it to companionship only she can provide. Is that not what makes a friend? )

We are no longer working together, so friends seems like an appropriate title.

( He puts his utensil down, bestowing her with his full attention. He searches for the answers himself in all her intricacies. Like softness surrounding similar to a mist of newfound loneliness or her lips letting go of all her tensions. He's unsure how to reach out to pull her out from the depths taking a hold of her. )

What sort of fear is it?