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"Silver, what do you think about romance?"

"I don't know, papa says I'm too young for it though."

Of course, they were only nine after all.

"Silver, what do you think about romance?"

"Didn't you ask this last year? Papa still says I'm too young to be thinking about things like that."

"Silver-"

"Sebek, Is this going to be an annual question?"

"I- Yes."

"Papa still thinks I'm too young, but sometimes I think about stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Stuff."

"Silver?"

"I think more about it now. I think father doesn't want me to, but I like to think about things."

"Things?"

"Things."

Three years. Same question. Same answer.

"Any new thoughts?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe."

"What does Lilia think?"

"That's new. I think he wants me to be happy but at the same time doesn't want to let go."

"Any new thoughts?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"..."

"Aren't you going to ask?"

"It's the same answer isn't it?"

"You'll only find out if you ask."

"... Silver, what are your thoughts on romance?"

"You."

"Me!?"

"You."