... Yeah.

[ Oria doesn't say much, because he feels that he has the experience. They say that the grass is greener on the other side, but is it really? Oria had learned to make do with what he has. He swallows his feelings, because to him, this is much more important than a romantic relationship. ]

I'm sure Aria always saw you as a younger brother that she could get along with. She treasured you so much. Remember that one time when she brought food for a makeshift picnic when you were transferred to the squad for the first time? When she was making the food at home, she was always fussing about you liking her food. She was so nervous about it, especially those potato dumplings. You know how many mistakes I ate that night? It was nuts. She wanted them to be perfect.

[ The rook is gripped like the ratshaking emote, but it doesn't flail nor does it attempt to escape. In fact, perhaps he can identify it, but the longer it's here, the worse it gets. It seems to be an information gathering type that relays info right away. ]