[Lif's gaze stays hard as Hubert continues to speak, everything in Lif going even more guarded than usual. How could he possibly tell him--if he's not the same person he knew so long ago, then it's just burdening him with something unnecessary. If he is, then...
Lif's eyes close, though. After a moment.]
...You haven't upset me.
[When Lif opens them again, there's something more somber in his expression. His look goes down towards the book in question, and he lets out something soft; something close to a chuckle, at least.
It might even sound a bit familiar.]
There are simply far too many coincidences, for this to be a matter of random selection. This book...it is something that holds a few significant memories to me. That is all.
[He doesn't know if he should elaborate; he's not entirely sure how. But he's putting that out there and at least taking the book for the moment.]
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Lif's eyes close, though. After a moment.]
...You haven't upset me.
[When Lif opens them again, there's something more somber in his expression. His look goes down towards the book in question, and he lets out something soft; something close to a chuckle, at least.
It might even sound a bit familiar.]
There are simply far too many coincidences, for this to be a matter of random selection. This book...it is something that holds a few significant memories to me. That is all.
[He doesn't know if he should elaborate; he's not entirely sure how. But he's putting that out there and at least taking the book for the moment.]