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Michael waited patiently, in silence, as Franz took his seat and began his story. Or rather, he gave him a notebook. It took him a while to do so though. A diary? Or a journal? Michael didn't want to look intrusive, but eventually Franz gave him it anyway. It was rather a sketchbook. And there was...Mila. When did he sketch her? But it was incomplete. It was barely a quick basic sketch, but it already caught the essence of her beauty. But perhaps now that when she is dead, it'd never be completed. All that would be recorded of this girl ever was this sketch. It was painful to think about it. Such life lost for what? A whole bunch of angry old men bickering over each other.

[color=bf00ff][I]'Future huh?'[/I][/color]

He wasn't wrong. Michael didn't mean him being useless. He clearly had talents in arts. But the problem is the society, not him, nor his race. Michael knew the whole Darcsen incident that occurred in the ancient past. That was the reason he rejected Yggdism. How could people so blind to believe such a story that had no ways of verification, no written records, and only had the story told from mouth to mouth that originates from the VALKYRURS themselves. It is an insane world he is living in, but knowing that would not help a person like Franz. But 'future' is an ambiguous word. He just didn't have one in terms of acceptance. It's unfortunate that it is a huge thing.

Michael took a while to compile a response. He knew saying cliché things would definitely not help anyone. Because he probably have heard it countless times already. But nevertheless, he still needed to convey his point across.

[color=bf00ff]"Depends on what you mean by future actually."[/color] Michael began, his palm still holding onto the notebook Franz just gave him. [color=bf00ff]"If you're looking for acceptance by the general society, then you probably know the answer."[/color]

Things could change, but he doubt it would change in his lifetime. 

[color=bf00ff]"Personally, I think you do have a future. Everybody does."[/color] He continued. It did sound a little empty, like comfort word to a hurt animal. [color=bf00ff]"Even if it isn't allocated to you yourself."[/color] 

He gave a long exhale before looking over to the Darcsen, who may be confused with the statement. 

[color=bf00ff]"You did say you grieved for Mila. Then you're already better than me..."[/color] His voice drifted off in a bit, as he seemed to stare into space. But he quickly recovered as he continued. [color=bf00ff]"But it shows you do actually care about something. About her. About her future. And I think Mila does too, in her final moments and decision to cover you. I know she probably doesn't live your life, doesn't fully understand what pain you have to go through, but I think that's one of her future, even if she doesn't come out of that alive..."[/color] 

[color=bf00ff]"She saw that she could preserve and protect others' future. And she jumped right at it. No hesitation, no thinking. Even though her ideals are a little simplistic and to be honest unhealthy, I still respect her greatly to know that she saved you. Sometimes it would be in vain. I know, because I too failed to save my friend. His father owned a carpenter shop, and he was waiting for his son to inherit it, but what he would receive now would merely be a letter saying he died for his country. Only because I missed that shot. But the thought alone also speaks. I know it sounds a little sophisticated, but I just think that..."[/color] He said, some of his words almost unable to materialize, before placing his right hand onto Franz's left shoulders [color=bf00ff]"To preserve people's future is also a future."[/color]

For some unknown reason, that final quote of his, whether or not it struck Franz, struck him back instead. There was something in his own words, derived from what Franz and others would think his wisdom, that made Michael confused at himself. Despite saying this genuinely from his heart, it still felt strange to Michael. Probably because he never have to touch it before, and now that he was making it for the very first time. But hopefully, Franz could get it. 

[color=bf00ff]"I think you should finish this though. Try your best to remember."[/color] Michael closed the notebook in his hand before handing it back to Franz. [color=bf00ff]"We'd probably want some food. We had an emotional day."[/color]
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