[Alma nodded, smiling at Kanda again before looking over the rooftop toward Credinta. He'd thought about the school there. He didn't get to interact with the children in the city very much during his last trip (because his grasp on the language hadn't been very good yet, along with other obvious reasons), but he knew they went to school. And deep down he knew he would never be allowed to be like them (run with them, play with them, talk with them), no matter how much he'd like to try.]
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I know. It's getting easier than it used to be.