I'm so fucking tired of this. [ his voice shakes. ] Being just a piece in some game. Whatever god is supposed to be overseeing us, they're either failing or doing this on purpose.
[ with a sigh that's more defeated than anything, he slowly extricates himself from this embrace, sure to still maintain a point of contact with a hand on kaworu's wrist to show that he's not backing away.
tears prick at his eyes. it is, unfortunately, shounen speech time - the only way he can process what he wants to say. ]
What you've seen, and felt, and learned this weekend. Please don't let it change you. Be who you are when you're with the people you care about, on good days. That's who you want to be.
[There's a fleeting feeling of sadness when Chrono pulls away even if he isn't backing away. No one has really held him like that before and he didn't know how healing it could be. Still, he wiggles his wrist from Chrono's grip and shifts it up its their hands are intertwined. Like he wants to be there, instead of being held captive by the wrist.]
I don't know who I am anymore. Or what I am. More human than angel. Not angel enough. I think what I am on both good days and bad, they might both just be me.
[ it's a little surprising, kaworu finding his hand and linking their fingers. an odd sensation, the warmth of acceptance, through the extremes of the other standing emotions of the day. it makes him smile, relieved, as he shifts the grip slightly to be more comfortable. ]
Then, that's okay. I don't think anyone really knows exactly who they are. Who they want to be, though... that's a path to follow. A world to lead yourself to.
[ he closes his eyes, and laughs a little. ]
And I think you should ask everyone you like even a little bit to give you a hug.
[They're thick as thieves now. Because there's so much fondness there. He's never had an adult look after him like Anders. Someone he trusted so easily.]
I'm glad I got one from you. It will help me find my path.
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[ with a sigh that's more defeated than anything, he slowly extricates himself from this embrace, sure to still maintain a point of contact with a hand on kaworu's wrist to show that he's not backing away.
tears prick at his eyes. it is, unfortunately, shounen speech time - the only way he can process what he wants to say. ]
What you've seen, and felt, and learned this weekend. Please don't let it change you. Be who you are when you're with the people you care about, on good days. That's who you want to be.
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I don't know who I am anymore. Or what I am. More human than angel. Not angel enough. I think what I am on both good days and bad, they might both just be me.
[He shrugs a little.]
I do know what it's like to be a pawn at least.
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Then, that's okay. I don't think anyone really knows exactly who they are. Who they want to be, though... that's a path to follow. A world to lead yourself to.
[ he closes his eyes, and laughs a little. ]
And I think you should ask everyone you like even a little bit to give you a hug.
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[They're thick as thieves now. Because there's so much fondness there. He's never had an adult look after him like Anders. Someone he trusted so easily.]
I'm glad I got one from you. It will help me find my path.
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[ he laughs, genuine. it's sweet, to see anders and kaworu's bond grow. he'd barely spoken to the man himself, but maybe he needed to thank him.
the comment is surprising, pleasantly, a pang of gratitude and relief. ]
I'm not the best guide, but everyone needs a startin' point. I wish this one was kinder for you.