( it would be easier, he thinks, if they were not kind at all. he has long accepted that it may be necessary to kill them, but things like this — little gestures, kind words — wear on a mind already rife with guilt and old sorrows.
he is so very tired of fighting, of slitting throats in the dark, of having violence be the only option one can reach for. a little of that weariness bleeds through the proximity with blue — put away as soon as he's aware of it. )
It is interesting to engage with a world so dissimilar to my own.
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he is so very tired of fighting, of slitting throats in the dark, of having violence be the only option one can reach for. a little of that weariness bleeds through the proximity with blue — put away as soon as he's aware of it. )
It is interesting to engage with a world so dissimilar to my own.