[That's the way Johto is: giving you everything, family, friends... an illusion that all is well, only to take it away when you least expect it.
Like now, for example.
Crow wants to say something to that, but finds himself at loss of words. That doesn't happen very often to him, but... what... is there to be said? He's tired; his head is pounding from all the crying and despite his pretty good alcohol tolerance, wine won't be exactly of any help here, but... damn, he just doesn't want to think anymore.]
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Like now, for example.
Crow wants to say something to that, but finds himself at loss of words. That doesn't happen very often to him, but... what... is there to be said? He's tired; his head is pounding from all the crying and despite his pretty good alcohol tolerance, wine won't be exactly of any help here, but... damn, he just doesn't want to think anymore.]
To hell with this.
[And that marks another glass down.]