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Nikai sounded just like her, in a lot of ways. They were both looking for a journey, but had things keeping them at home. It was so hard to break free and start living life for yourself when you had so much to love about your comfortable little life. But Nikai had a good plan - when the time was right.

"I like the sound of that," said Alya, feeling unusually bashful once more. Just the thought of actually living with Nikai and seeing him every day gave her heart palpatations; she didn't know how she'd get through actually doing it. Maybe it was a good thing she couldn't go with him right then.

Nikai went on to tell about his broken home - something Alya had no experience with an struggled to relate to. Her Dashie had died when she was young, but that was hardly the same thing. She'd had a large, solid family to support her, and like Nikai had been when his mother died, Alya had been very young.

"I don't know what I'd do if Daddy died," said Alya, feeling her throat constrict at the very thought. He meant so much to her - aside from her mirror-sisters, she'd never loved anything as much as she loved her father. "I'm so sorry, Nikai. Was it long ago?"