Between you and Shouto, he's getting his coping mechanisms and certain mannerisms ripped wide open and exposed. Sansa too, except she has a gentler touch and is more adept at emotionally maneuvering him. It hurts, a lot. Mostly out of making him realize how his habits might hurt others, and are thus the only sort of pain he really listens to. But still, that... twists his stomach a bit in a way that hurts. Too spot on.
There's a delay in his own video feed coming on, just because he wanted to get somewhere quieter. A small and quaint sort of room with a tapestry behind him on the wall depicting a tiny golden creature and a large pale dragon. He has a small, bittersweet sort of half-hearted smile and there's a pair of crutches leaned against the table next to him. ]
You're actually a lot wiser than I am, you know. [ He says it in an offhand, simple sort of manner. With the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
Even if you also look like someone who I would have wanted to hear from sooner too. [ Hypocrite. That tired and thin appearance? Maybe you didn't die recently, but you're not doing well either. Still, he says it with that same sort of gentleness and no bite. And he pauses for a long moment, his hands clasped in his lap as he weighs something over in his head before responding. ]
...I did before here too, you know. "Died", except not quite. [ Another long pause, and he squeezes his hands together. ]
I felt myself bleeding out and getting colder for a long time until it was just dark. But the whole time, I was aware of it even if I couldn't move or do anything. Even if I didn't die... it was "death". [ Another pause. ] It felt the same this time, it just happened faster.
[ His eyes flicker, that painfully beautiful smile of his remaining fixed and the same, even something else is playing out behind his eyes. ]
It's scary, isn't it? [ Speaking softly still, but like it's also so very hard to. ]
Knowing something like that is coming and you can't do anything about it.
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Between you and Shouto, he's getting his coping mechanisms and certain mannerisms ripped wide open and exposed. Sansa too, except she has a gentler touch and is more adept at emotionally maneuvering him. It hurts, a lot. Mostly out of making him realize how his habits might hurt others, and are thus the only sort of pain he really listens to. But still, that... twists his stomach a bit in a way that hurts. Too spot on.
There's a delay in his own video feed coming on, just because he wanted to get somewhere quieter. A small and quaint sort of room with a tapestry behind him on the wall depicting a tiny golden creature and a large pale dragon. He has a small, bittersweet sort of half-hearted smile and there's a pair of crutches leaned against the table next to him. ]
You're actually a lot wiser than I am, you know. [ He says it in an offhand, simple sort of manner. With the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. ]
Even if you also look like someone who I would have wanted to hear from sooner too. [ Hypocrite. That tired and thin appearance? Maybe you didn't die recently, but you're not doing well either. Still, he says it with that same sort of gentleness and no bite. And he pauses for a long moment, his hands clasped in his lap as he weighs something over in his head before responding. ]
...I did before here too, you know. "Died", except not quite. [ Another long pause, and he squeezes his hands together. ]
I felt myself bleeding out and getting colder for a long time until it was just dark. But the whole time, I was aware of it even if I couldn't move or do anything. Even if I didn't die... it was "death". [ Another pause. ] It felt the same this time, it just happened faster.
[ His eyes flicker, that painfully beautiful smile of his remaining fixed and the same, even something else is playing out behind his eyes. ]
It's scary, isn't it? [ Speaking softly still, but like it's also so very hard to. ]
Knowing something like that is coming and you can't do anything about it.