[his tone is soft, there, sad, but-- not pitying. more like understanding, than anything; he doesn't reach for one of her hands, unsure if she would want him to, but he isn't moving away.]
I- I'm sorry.
[...]
...it's difficult, learning... you aren't what you thought that you were.
Yes. Although... there is something I want even more right now. So even if I am able to make a wish, I'll still need to put in the work to find those answers for myself.
no subject
[his tone is soft, there, sad, but-- not pitying. more like understanding, than anything; he doesn't reach for one of her hands, unsure if she would want him to, but he isn't moving away.]
I- I'm sorry.
[...]
...it's difficult, learning... you aren't what you thought that you were.
no subject
I still... don't really know the answer. About what I really am.
no subject
Or is it that they wouldn't?
no subject
I found a place where there were other shadows like me... but we're not really the same. And most of them know even less than I do.
no subject
[how-? they all had to come from... somewhere.]
...how were they different?
no subject
no subject
[...which means it's right back to square one.]
no subject
The adults might know more, but none of them can be trusted, so I've been trying to investigate on my own.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[maybe that could resolve both.
but, speaking of answers--
the void evidently isn't done yet.]
no subject
oh... ]
I see...
You weren't what you thought you were, either.
[ but it's worse, hearing how he was made. the people who were sacrificed. ]