[ NOT HIS FAULT that Elliot's a product of his genetic environment and a fallacious version of the hedgehog's dilemma — words snagged like mental congestion, dull on the tongue and wholly unreceptive to the warning touch, to the flicker of disconcertion that shivers in Kaoru's gaze, curving disconsolately at nowhere in particular prior to aversion, fingers tangling and untangling in knotted semantics. He'd never even met that girl — Kaoru's sister, neither on that night or a day like any other before she dissipated into thin air, and it's a strange concept in essence to recognize, nothing like alienation or loneliness, only looming absence.
Briefly, he falls out of step, wavering like a high-strung piano note tuned out-of-key, the sharp strung inordinately tight, and then in stark intonation: ] ... What? For how long now?
[ But Elliot is always, always blunt: crude where he should be kind, sharp and callous and nothing less than inconsistent where it really matters. He'd never told anyone about Leo, either, how he'd appeared and departed so quickly that he could've been the continuation of yet another incoherent dream. Finally, a sense of unreality, several months past normal acclimatization. After so long, the dichotomy of resentment (how it built and destroyed people) distorted as an awfully implicit truth. And maybe he did despise Leo in a residual sense, but he hated himself even more.
In the end, he never did get to make it up to him. ]
I'm sorry, Kaoru. I had no idea she'd already left.
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Briefly, he falls out of step, wavering like a high-strung piano note tuned out-of-key, the sharp strung inordinately tight, and then in stark intonation: ] ... What? For how long now?
[ But Elliot is always, always blunt: crude where he should be kind, sharp and callous and nothing less than inconsistent where it really matters. He'd never told anyone about Leo, either, how he'd appeared and departed so quickly that he could've been the continuation of yet another incoherent dream. Finally, a sense of unreality, several months past normal acclimatization. After so long, the dichotomy of resentment (how it built and destroyed people) distorted as an awfully implicit truth. And maybe he did despise Leo in a residual sense, but he hated himself even more.
In the end, he never did get to make it up to him. ]
I'm sorry, Kaoru. I had no idea she'd already left.