[She's right, he's avoiding it because he didn't want to make her sad. He'd been worried about her when they were actually there. When she was actually shedding tears as he lay hurt on the ground. It isn't something he wants to push her into talking about, but if she is sure, he'll take the opportunity.
But the question is where does he begin? What does he ask?
For a few moments, he's quiet, moving his arm and shifting his weight as Futaba gets to work removing the bandages around him. Finally, he asks, his voice low.]
What was that? How's she supposed to be your mom?
[He's not sure if that was the right one to ask, but he might as well get the address the elephant in the room.]
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But the question is where does he begin? What does he ask?
For a few moments, he's quiet, moving his arm and shifting his weight as Futaba gets to work removing the bandages around him. Finally, he asks, his voice low.]
What was that? How's she supposed to be your mom?
[He's not sure if that was the right one to ask, but he might as well get the address the elephant in the room.]