Yukimura's smile fades somewhat as he listens. His stomach twists from his own memories of that dreadful extended stay during his junior high years. It saddens him to think someone as kind and sweet-natured as Flayn had been similarly trapped there.
"...You really do," he says, though he isn't quite able to keep the pain of the memory from his voice like she seems to manage. "It starts to feel more like a prison than a place for healing, doesn't it."
It's a dangerous line of thought. Yukimura doesn't want to be the reason this conversation becomes heavy. He also doesn't want to shut her down. What would someone like Marui say in this kind of situation?
He smiles weakly. "Sorry. I killed the mood a little."
Probably not that. (About those 'things he is not good at'...)
"They really could do with more flowers in those rooms. But maybe the staff have enough on their plates taking care of the people in them. They probably aren't eager for one more thing that needs attention."
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"...You really do," he says, though he isn't quite able to keep the pain of the memory from his voice like she seems to manage. "It starts to feel more like a prison than a place for healing, doesn't it."
It's a dangerous line of thought. Yukimura doesn't want to be the reason this conversation becomes heavy. He also doesn't want to shut her down. What would someone like Marui say in this kind of situation?
He smiles weakly. "Sorry. I killed the mood a little."
Probably not that.
(About those 'things he is not good at'...)"They really could do with more flowers in those rooms. But maybe the staff have enough on their plates taking care of the people in them. They probably aren't eager for one more thing that needs attention."