[ His hands twitch reflexively, and Rosho's gaze darts down to his lap, as he remembers that first teaching interview he ever had. He couldn't keep any pride in the life he once had, what he used to be, part of a broken comedy duo he destroyed. A burden. A fraud. And even when he'd learned to move on, made something else of himself, he'd still continue being just that: a burden. A partner that could do nothing. A friend who couldn't reach out.
No matter how hard he tried... he couldn't forget though. What that dream was like. And everytime Sasara showed him, it was always the same.
He thinks of a stage covered in light, and a crowd of silent, empty faces. Alone.
That's not his dream anymore.
'Together, we'll reach the top. Together.' ]
Why? [ Rosho whispers as he looks up. ] Why should I have a second chance?
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No matter how hard he tried... he couldn't forget though. What that dream was like. And everytime Sasara showed him, it was always the same.
He thinks of a stage covered in light, and a crowd of silent, empty faces. Alone.
That's not his dream anymore.
'Together, we'll reach the top. Together.' ]
Why? [ Rosho whispers as he looks up. ] Why should I have a second chance?