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[Looking down, she lets herself smile a little by Ami's words. Her hold on her hand tightens, just a little, in a gentle manner.

From the haziest memories she has of her parents, she wonders if they ever told her the same in the times she spent in those gardens.]

Thank you. [She mutters.] I just remember liking the colors... and doing so even now.

[Slowly, another hand comes to hold Ami's.]

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