[ And Tenma does turn to see him, beholding both the boy (he will always be a child to him, an orphan like any other, deserving of help) and the blankness in his eyes with full attention. He will not turn away. Only when Johan shifts to look at the landscape does he realize that he has been holding his breath, which he releases in a huff of amusement. Reliable isn't a word Director Heinemann would use to describe him, or Eva, or even Rudi. How well can a person know another, which of them are right, does it matter? Which weighs more: the stories others tell of you or the one you tell yourself?
He still doesn't have the answer to that.
He crouches low to gather all the satchels containing their supplies, fastidious even in this small task. These he slings over his shoulders before starting on his way, turning to see if Johan follows. ]
Tomorrow, we can watch the sunset again. We should have more time then.
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He still doesn't have the answer to that.
He crouches low to gather all the satchels containing their supplies, fastidious even in this small task. These he slings over his shoulders before starting on his way, turning to see if Johan follows. ]
Tomorrow, we can watch the sunset again. We should have more time then.