[Sakamoto takes note of the way Zura's fingers curl around his own, relinquishing a sigh of relief as he does. He's finally managed to say something that stems a somewhat normal, predictable reaction from the other.
Make no mistake, this isn't some carefully planned gesture, a ploy, sales pitch. He's believed this truly and very deeply for many years, and perhaps that's why he's been kind enough to let all the others' grievances roll off his shoulders.
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Make no mistake, this isn't some carefully planned gesture, a ploy, sales pitch. He's believed this truly and very deeply for many years, and perhaps that's why he's been kind enough to let all the others' grievances roll off his shoulders.
With a smile as defiant as the wind, he utters:]
I know.
[He always has.]
But thank you.