... She was. [ His lips are almost unmoving, words breathed like another homage to ruin, just another way to renew his guilt, because she's never really died for him. Vanessa lives on in the disconsolate farce he's made of his life, pretending he's still the same as he always was when inside — past the animosity and the trapped senselessness of his hypocrisy — he's always had the capacity for unpardonable cruelty.
Jaw tightening, he tacitly avoids directly staring at Kaoru, instead fixating his attention to the left or right margin of her face, staggered clean through with a frigidity that leaks viscid into his bones, cloying and inextricable.
It's nothing like humility. The farthest thing from it. Dissuading himself from the sudden compulsion to pour tea down his throat in one unrelieved draught (warm as it is, it'd do nothing but needlessly scald his esophagus and alarm Kaoru), he turns aside again, eyes fixed on the granite table with unnecessary preciseness, blinking away the needles prickling his vision. ] I see.
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Jaw tightening, he tacitly avoids directly staring at Kaoru, instead fixating his attention to the left or right margin of her face, staggered clean through with a frigidity that leaks viscid into his bones, cloying and inextricable.
It's nothing like humility. The farthest thing from it. Dissuading himself from the sudden compulsion to pour tea down his throat in one unrelieved draught (warm as it is, it'd do nothing but needlessly scald his esophagus and alarm Kaoru), he turns aside again, eyes fixed on the granite table with unnecessary preciseness, blinking away the needles prickling his vision. ] I see.
You've ... never hated your sister?