[His fingers curl tight in his lap, and he sits up, leans forward just slightly like he's going to stand, eyes lit up and harsh. But he doesn't.]
...I never once wanted to change you.
[He cuts himself off from the rest, not ready to blurt the entirety of the truth. That he only wanted to know him, that he thought this was how he could do it. That he thought in order to be acknowledged, he had to continue doing this until Wataru struck back enough. That he fantasized over the idea of being struck back so hard that he'd die on Wataru's blade. Is that what this is now? He wonders.
He takes in a slow breath.]
That's enough of this. You have two more parts to get through, don't you? So let me hear you sing, then.
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[His fingers curl tight in his lap, and he sits up, leans forward just slightly like he's going to stand, eyes lit up and harsh. But he doesn't.]
...I never once wanted to change you.
[He cuts himself off from the rest, not ready to blurt the entirety of the truth. That he only wanted to know him, that he thought this was how he could do it. That he thought in order to be acknowledged, he had to continue doing this until Wataru struck back enough. That he fantasized over the idea of being struck back so hard that he'd die on Wataru's blade. Is that what this is now? He wonders.
He takes in a slow breath.]
That's enough of this. You have two more parts to get through, don't you? So let me hear you sing, then.