[Sometimes things need to be said. Despite the weight it looks like he's carrying now something else has shifted - the kind of shift that can only come from a grief shared. The pressure against his shoulders is familiar, one he can take and will eventually lift up again, though that doesn't make it that much easier to deal with in the moment.
He's grateful for the moment that Kazuha gives to him and for the lack of reaction, more than anything else, to what he had said. Diluc looks up, confused, when he stands up and tugs on his hand but he nods and pushes himself up to his feet.
Like a trusting child, almost, being led by the hand by someone a foot shorter than himself.]
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He's grateful for the moment that Kazuha gives to him and for the lack of reaction, more than anything else, to what he had said. Diluc looks up, confused, when he stands up and tugs on his hand but he nods and pushes himself up to his feet.
Like a trusting child, almost, being led by the hand by someone a foot shorter than himself.]
All right.