To say that hearing all of that was confronting would be...an understatement, to put it mildly. How had Lysandre felt like this for years, and yet Sycamore had never noticed it?
...
"...I want to be the kind of person who gives... But in this world, some foolish humans exist who would show their strength by taking what isn't theirs..."
...the signs had been right there, for so long, and all he'd done was ignore them, or worse; explained them away as mere passion, and buried his reservations. Deemed them unimportant.
It's like the final piece in a puzzle he's not sure he wants to complete.]
...it's not naive. To want to be a good person and help people, that's...
[It's so tempting to reach out and squeeze his friend's hands, to try and offer some form of comfort, some way of communicating things that are difficult to put into words; but that would spark Chroma, which would come with that intoxicating warmth, and the last thing either of them need is to lose clarity.
...still.]
...I...
[What do you even say, to an admission like this? I'm sorry? I forgive you? It's not all bad?
...]
...you have saved so many people, and you can't even see it, can you?
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To say that hearing all of that was confronting would be...an understatement, to put it mildly. How had Lysandre felt like this for years, and yet Sycamore had never noticed it?
...
"...I want to be the kind of person who gives... But in this world, some foolish humans exist who would show their strength by taking what isn't theirs..."
...the signs had been right there, for so long, and all he'd done was ignore them, or worse; explained them away as mere passion, and buried his reservations. Deemed them unimportant.
It's like the final piece in a puzzle he's not sure he wants to complete.]
...it's not naive. To want to be a good person and help people, that's...
[It's so tempting to reach out and squeeze his friend's hands, to try and offer some form of comfort, some way of communicating things that are difficult to put into words; but that would spark Chroma, which would come with that intoxicating warmth, and the last thing either of them need is to lose clarity.
...still.]
...I...
[What do you even say, to an admission like this? I'm sorry? I forgive you? It's not all bad?
...]
...you have saved so many people, and you can't even see it, can you?