[ Has he ever cried in his life? Not since he was a very small child. Not since he went to the frontier, that fateful year. Ever since then he's kept his head up, he's driven himself forwards, he's never let himself rest. How can he? The whole of the country rests on the shoulders of the Marquis of Order.
But... he'd let it fall. He had failed his duty and his country. His existence has no meaning anymore. He's always been worthless, a naughty child and a useless adult. Every year of his life has been a sham. What's the point of false pride? He might as well let the tears flow.
And then there's a hand patting his head, somebody trying to comfort him, an innocent face calling him "Yifu." ]
Huh?
[ A strangled sob catches in his throat. He'd insisted on the title out of fun, but the truth is, he'd never deserved to be called "Yifu." He gathers this stranger in his arms and cries without stopping. ]
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But... he'd let it fall. He had failed his duty and his country. His existence has no meaning anymore. He's always been worthless, a naughty child and a useless adult. Every year of his life has been a sham. What's the point of false pride? He might as well let the tears flow.
And then there's a hand patting his head, somebody trying to comfort him, an innocent face calling him "Yifu." ]
Huh?
[ A strangled sob catches in his throat. He'd insisted on the title out of fun, but the truth is, he'd never deserved to be called "Yifu." He gathers this stranger in his arms and cries without stopping. ]