[A tinge of relief as she takes the journal, and he can see her snapshot clearly in the frame. But it doesn't fill up all the empty spaces left by uncertainty. More of his questions die on his tongue when she asks that, though.]
I was... [He almost can't tell her; her reaction when she found out that he had been killed in his world is imprinted clearly in his memory. He doesn't want her to worry about him too much... But it's unavoidable, isn't it? He...can't hide it from her... Softly, but with obvious underlying anger and resentment:] Yuan killed me.
[He feels like he's holding his breath in, waiting for her to respond. Dreading, worrying.]
[voice - November 5th]
I was... [He almost can't tell her; her reaction when she found out that he had been killed in his world is imprinted clearly in his memory. He doesn't want her to worry about him too much... But it's unavoidable, isn't it? He...can't hide it from her... Softly, but with obvious underlying anger and resentment:] Yuan killed me.
[He feels like he's holding his breath in, waiting for her to respond. Dreading, worrying.]