If that was what she wanted, if that was her goal this entire time, she's finally gotten what she wanted. It's unfortunate for him that he follows her lead and sits down before she keeps talking. Because the words she say finally, finally peel back his skin, crack open his armor, strip him bare, and he's just not ready for it. He's not ready for the god awful pain he's been carrying to be exposed to the air.
Of course he's been going for days without stopping to lean on anyone. That part goes without saying. That gets him to open his mouth, as if to speak.
It's what she says next that gets his eyes to widen, that hooks into his heart and rends its beating fibers apart.
How can she just tear down his walls like that? Like he's made of so much wet clay and she can sink her fingers right into him?
Yu's eyes flood with tears before the horror can even hit him. He doesn't have the decency, somehow, to cry properly, though. His expression doesn't really twist up, his shoulders don't jump. All that happens is his brow pinches, a shuddering breath passing through his lips. But still, his tears fall.
He whispers when he speaks. He'd sob if he tried to speak any louder, and he couldn't take it if he did. ]
Because the people I love keep dying for me, and I can't seem to stop it.
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If that was what she wanted, if that was her goal this entire time, she's finally gotten what she wanted. It's unfortunate for him that he follows her lead and sits down before she keeps talking. Because the words she say finally, finally peel back his skin, crack open his armor, strip him bare, and he's just not ready for it. He's not ready for the god awful pain he's been carrying to be exposed to the air.
Of course he's been going for days without stopping to lean on anyone. That part goes without saying. That gets him to open his mouth, as if to speak.
It's what she says next that gets his eyes to widen, that hooks into his heart and rends its beating fibers apart.
How can she just tear down his walls like that? Like he's made of so much wet clay and she can sink her fingers right into him?
Yu's eyes flood with tears before the horror can even hit him. He doesn't have the decency, somehow, to cry properly, though. His expression doesn't really twist up, his shoulders don't jump. All that happens is his brow pinches, a shuddering breath passing through his lips. But still, his tears fall.
He whispers when he speaks. He'd sob if he tried to speak any louder, and he couldn't take it if he did. ]
Because the people I love keep dying for me, and I can't seem to stop it.
[ That should answer her every question. ]