[ Thankfully the hands leave him the moment she's sure he's sitting down. Rather quickly, too, like they're retreating from the burn or sting of Having Been Nearly Impolite.
But any thought about that easily fades, is completely replaced by his reaction. His lack of recognition. And the way he looks so different now. Younger, maybe? But different for sure, even if Madoka can still see some resemblance of the image of Ken she has in her head. ]
Ah..
[ .. a different Ken? A younger one? Madoka can't tell, but one thing is for sure as she glances between the boy and his Digmon. ]
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But any thought about that easily fades, is completely replaced by his reaction. His lack of recognition. And the way he looks so different now. Younger, maybe? But different for sure, even if Madoka can still see some resemblance of the image of Ken she has in her head. ]
Ah..
[ .. a different Ken? A younger one? Madoka can't tell, but one thing is for sure as she glances between the boy and his Digmon. ]
You.. don't remember the train, do you..