[Minutes are spent in observation. Seconds drag by and are wasted in a flash - his attention diverted towards a young woman who appears to be enjoying this nonsense.
He looks down at his bundle of flowers. Memories shake his ego but vanish in a moment. His expression twists from discomfort to some kind of contemplation. Time has already taught him all sorts of lessons. It might as well soften those aspects of him that others find difficult.]
Indeed.
[Once he would have said it matters not. Today, after his experiences, he has something different to say as he lays his offering upon the shrine.]
no subject
He looks down at his bundle of flowers. Memories shake his ego but vanish in a moment. His expression twists from discomfort to some kind of contemplation. Time has already taught him all sorts of lessons. It might as well soften those aspects of him that others find difficult.]
Indeed.
[Once he would have said it matters not. Today, after his experiences, he has something different to say as he lays his offering upon the shrine.]
Thank you.