[It is difficult in this moment, to think about art without thinking about the cursed knowledge he'd just gained. So for now, it's probably best that he doesn't know if Mitarai would have liked to be the one to trace out his digital body and soul beneath the pen. Yoosung finally lowers his eyes and looks back at him with a parted mouth, about to ask why he is being thanked even though he couldn't grant his wish yet, or maybe just to ask him about the crescent he left on the plate. But the farewell came first, so he closes it and listens before putting on another small smile. This really is probably enough for now.]
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Yeah... good night.