[Madoka's words: Don't you know how important you are to me?
Martin fidgets where he sits, enough so he can prop his elbows on his legs and let his head set on his hands to press his fingers against his face.]
Well, now I feel all strange... [a weak laugh. he dips his head to let his knuckles drag across his forehead.] Thinking about all of that is...frightening, somehow. [looking back up.] Is that even right?
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Martin fidgets where he sits, enough so he can prop his elbows on his legs and let his head set on his hands to press his fingers against his face.]
Well, now I feel all strange... [a weak laugh. he dips his head to let his knuckles drag across his forehead.] Thinking about all of that is...frightening, somehow. [looking back up.] Is that even right?