[As far as Natsume is concerned, this whole thing is a logical conclusion. It's bizarre to him, and he dislikes it, but its fundamentals make sense:]
I knew, too
[Which is only something he can admit because this person doesn't know who he is. It's a little like confessing to the void.
He had liked this last home he had. He had liked it a lot. He had really loved it, in fact, and the reality of that is making his eyes prickle and his throat go tight—he had loved it and, foolishly, he had hoped he belonged.
But he is still who he is. That hasn't changed, even with all the goodness he's learned.]
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I knew, too
[Which is only something he can admit because this person doesn't know who he is. It's a little like confessing to the void.
He had liked this last home he had. He had liked it a lot. He had really loved it, in fact, and the reality of that is making his eyes prickle and his throat go tight—he had loved it and, foolishly, he had hoped he belonged.
But he is still who he is. That hasn't changed, even with all the goodness he's learned.]