[ Lay dying and accepted the offer of a demon sword because he didn't want to leave his little sister, sobbing her eyes out and asking for them not to go, behind. You know. Normal things for a sheltered thirteen year old cut down by a sword his mother was wielding to go through.
(At least he can't remember who it was that cut him down. Thanks, half-brother he also can't remember.)
The "If" hangs in the air, answered later on by the rest of what he says. THough he lifts a shoulder in a shrug at the idea of it being heavy. ]
I said yes.
[ So it's his responsibility, isn't it? He doesn't regret it, even with all the unanswered questions and the unasked ones that have followed. Not to mention the complications... ]
You... you have to feel them? When they go?
[ He lifts his head, turning to look at Zeno with wide, green eyes. Oh. Oh, that sounds worse. That sounds so much worse than the physical pain one bears under extreme duress.
You feel them going, and you remember them when they're gone. Is it as hollow in truth as it sounds to Shino at eighteen? He can't quite bring himself to ask. ]
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(At least he can't remember who it was that cut him down. Thanks, half-brother he also can't remember.)
The "If" hangs in the air, answered later on by the rest of what he says. THough he lifts a shoulder in a shrug at the idea of it being heavy. ]
I said yes.
[ So it's his responsibility, isn't it? He doesn't regret it, even with all the unanswered questions and the unasked ones that have followed. Not to mention the complications... ]
You... you have to feel them? When they go?
[ He lifts his head, turning to look at Zeno with wide, green eyes. Oh. Oh, that sounds worse. That sounds so much worse than the physical pain one bears under extreme duress.
You feel them going, and you remember them when they're gone. Is it as hollow in truth as it sounds to Shino at eighteen? He can't quite bring himself to ask. ]