[That's the ticket. Ryoji doesn't answer for a moment or two; he's thinking of how to put it.
Finally, he seems to find a way. Orihime yawns and climbs into his lap, so he scratches between her ears softly as he speaks.]
I was created, not born. And [his voice, where it'd be cheerful, is a little wistful, with the makings of a wry smile hiding behind his scarf] because it's Tanabata. Any wish today'll come true, I'm sure.
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Finally, he seems to find a way. Orihime yawns and climbs into his lap, so he scratches between her ears softly as he speaks.]
I was created, not born. And [his voice, where it'd be cheerful, is a little wistful, with the makings of a wry smile hiding behind his scarf] because it's Tanabata. Any wish today'll come true, I'm sure.