[ "It's not their fault." As he filtered and compartmentalized, that was all Johan truly seemed to hear.
His eyes look far away now, and his silence drops heavy on the air around the two as they watch the crowd. He sees no need to fill in that silence -- not yet -- as he watches with a growing emptiness. His hands tense as they hold the map, and his fingers twitch only slightly, before he decides to end the quiet spectating. ]
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His eyes look far away now, and his silence drops heavy on the air around the two as they watch the crowd. He sees no need to fill in that silence -- not yet -- as he watches with a growing emptiness. His hands tense as they hold the map, and his fingers twitch only slightly, before he decides to end the quiet spectating. ]
What do you think it's like?