If he had even an inkling of what Kaoru happened to genuinely think of Chizuru, he'd drop his """friend""" faster than a bat out of hell. There's no way he'd ever understand — not in the way Kaoru uses when justifying genocide or blatant murder, staggering words around pretty, gilded notions instead of genuine substance.
Elliot hates himself but loves the world (fervently, fervently, even as he spurns all else), so it only makes sense he'd hate someone who'd rather watch it burn with bright-eyed inconsistency. never faithful to anyone other than the individual, the singular: the demise of collective hope.
Or, yeah, Kaoru Nagumo just happens to be a stir-crazy yandere for a sister the same likeness, not that Elliot knows any better. He flatlines. ]
It's obvious, isn't it? It's not my place to say, but if you were content with it, I would search for her in your stead.
[ He dislodges his petty ire, swapping it out for resignation. ]
I think the same of you. With all that's happened, I've found that there are less people I can confide in, that I can truly call allies with candid earnestness. It's likely apparently to you by this point, but I do consider you a —
[ AN UGLY PAUSE ENSUES as Elliot fiddles with his tea spoon, his cowlick, his collar, everything but the matter at hand, and then, rather begrudgingly: ]
... a dear friend. You've been nothing but hospitable from the first day I met you, and I'm ... I'm grateful. I can't even conversing with my siblings as naturally as I have with you.
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If he had even an inkling of what Kaoru happened to genuinely think of Chizuru, he'd drop his """friend""" faster than a bat out of hell. There's no way he'd ever understand — not in the way Kaoru uses when justifying genocide or blatant murder, staggering words around pretty, gilded notions instead of genuine substance.
Elliot hates himself but loves the world (fervently, fervently, even as he spurns all else), so it only makes sense he'd hate someone who'd rather watch it burn with bright-eyed inconsistency. never faithful to anyone other than the individual, the singular: the demise of collective hope.
Or, yeah, Kaoru Nagumo just happens to be a stir-crazy yandere for a sister the same likeness, not that Elliot knows any better. He flatlines. ]
It's obvious, isn't it? It's not my place to say, but if you were content with it, I would search for her in your stead.
[ He dislodges his petty ire, swapping it out for resignation. ]
I think the same of you. With all that's happened, I've found that there are less people I can confide in, that I can truly call allies with candid earnestness. It's likely apparently to you by this point, but I do consider you a —
[ AN UGLY PAUSE ENSUES as Elliot fiddles with his tea spoon, his cowlick, his collar, everything but the matter at hand, and then, rather begrudgingly: ]
... a dear friend. You've been nothing but hospitable from the first day I met you, and I'm ... I'm grateful. I can't even conversing with my siblings as naturally as I have with you.
Thank you.