[ You can almost see Camilo's heart breaking through his eyes. He hesitates, his hand still on Antonio's shoulder, before inhaling shakily and standing up straight. He looks down at him for another silent beat, but then with another flash of a spin, takes the form of his mother spontaneously, leaning down again, not quite kneeling, but opens his arms to him questioningly... He puts on his best impression of Pepa's voice, trying to sound calm and soothing, in the hopes that something will seem familiar about her, but the bittersweet smile he forces is very much not convincing nor comforting, as he can't help the worry tugging his brow. ]
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Do...— Do you remember Mamí, Toñito?