Henry hadn't the slightest clue what memory it was that Hayato learned from him, but judging by his reaction, it probably wasn't so pleasant in his eyes.
"I warned you~" he chimed. "When you kiss under these cursed mistletoe plants, you exchange a memory~"
Henry wanted to remark that he found it to be a profound mixture, to tie a kiss in with the exchange of a memory, but people didn't like the mistletoe at all. It might get him mad at him, and he was trying to avoid getting people angry with him this year. It was a genius combination that connected people closer together than a simple kiss. That must be the motivation behind the curse.
Maybe only a dark mage such as himself would think of it that way.
Overall, he was busy concerning himself with the emptiness he felt from Hayato's memory. What just happened there? He wanted to know what it was that the child said, but for some reason, it was left ambiguous- like even Hayato hadn't registered its meaning, or something. The image of that crater with nothing left was burned into his memory, but he could hardly understand what it all meant. The feelings from that moment still stirred within him, too. It was uncomfortable, something he still wasn't accustomed to feeling anymore.
"I got one of yours, you know. There was a crater, and some people you must have known risked their lives to save you from the impact." He wanted to tell him that he was crying, he could feel it, but it didn't need to be said. He probably knew.
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"I warned you~" he chimed. "When you kiss under these cursed mistletoe plants, you exchange a memory~"
Henry wanted to remark that he found it to be a profound mixture, to tie a kiss in with the exchange of a memory, but people didn't like the mistletoe at all. It might get him mad at him, and he was trying to avoid getting people angry with him this year. It was a genius combination that connected people closer together than a simple kiss. That must be the motivation behind the curse.
Maybe only a dark mage such as himself would think of it that way.
Overall, he was busy concerning himself with the emptiness he felt from Hayato's memory. What just happened there? He wanted to know what it was that the child said, but for some reason, it was left ambiguous- like even Hayato hadn't registered its meaning, or something. The image of that crater with nothing left was burned into his memory, but he could hardly understand what it all meant. The feelings from that moment still stirred within him, too. It was uncomfortable, something he still wasn't accustomed to feeling anymore.
"I got one of yours, you know. There was a crater, and some people you must have known risked their lives to save you from the impact." He wanted to tell him that he was crying, he could feel it, but it didn't need to be said. He probably knew.