[Sora is wandering the streets, not really sure where he's going or even caring. One of his family members was comatose while the other sat at her bedside. It was worrying. They had to find a cure for this clone sickness because Sora wasn't sure he could handle either of them dying again.]
[There had to be something. Ever since she'd gone unconscious Sora has spent night after night pouring over medical books he can't quite understand. All of it is so far over his head, even with all the time he spent learning how to treat people without magic.]
[As he moves through the cheerful families and happy couples, he can't bring himself to look at either. Not even returning the nods he'd get from them. No, Sora looks a lot like a shuffling zombie - bumping into people he doesn't quite notice, looking paler then usual and with dark circles forming from the lack of sleep he gets each night.]
[If he does bump someone all he manages to do is mumble "sorry" under his breath.]
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[There had to be something. Ever since she'd gone unconscious Sora has spent night after night pouring over medical books he can't quite understand. All of it is so far over his head, even with all the time he spent learning how to treat people without magic.]
[As he moves through the cheerful families and happy couples, he can't bring himself to look at either. Not even returning the nods he'd get from them. No, Sora looks a lot like a shuffling zombie - bumping into people he doesn't quite notice, looking paler then usual and with dark circles forming from the lack of sleep he gets each night.]
[If he does bump someone all he manages to do is mumble "sorry" under his breath.]