"Even so," he answers, tone still subdued. "You deserved the truth."
Regardless of whether he would have made the same choice in the end, if he'd known differently. He's hard-headed: an Asogi, through and through. For the sake of justice, he very well might have.
"I see you now," says Yujin, choosing his words more deliberately now, "as I have always seen you." Dream or not, Kazuma needs to hear them in all their certainty.
Kazuma has grown into himself these last few years: a fine student, a promising lawyer, a man any father could be proud of. But he has always been fiercely independent, too. It's never been like him to ask for reassurance, so it has always been on Yujin to intuit when he needs it. Just as he might for Susato.
"Whatever choices you may make..."
It's selfish to call him a son. After all this time, Kazuma has never asked for that. But one thing is still true. At last, Yujin pulls him into a warm embrace.
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Regardless of whether he would have made the same choice in the end, if he'd known differently. He's hard-headed: an Asogi, through and through. For the sake of justice, he very well might have.
"I see you now," says Yujin, choosing his words more deliberately now, "as I have always seen you." Dream or not, Kazuma needs to hear them in all their certainty.
Kazuma has grown into himself these last few years: a fine student, a promising lawyer, a man any father could be proud of. But he has always been fiercely independent, too. It's never been like him to ask for reassurance, so it has always been on Yujin to intuit when he needs it. Just as he might for Susato.
"Whatever choices you may make..."
It's selfish to call him a son. After all this time, Kazuma has never asked for that. But one thing is still true. At last, Yujin pulls him into a warm embrace.
"You are the boy I raised."