[Maybe if he used his adult words and tried to have a conversation about his reasons before everything went to hell— it's too late to wonder about that now, D thinks, and it's fair to say that he hasn't been open about anything, until now. He frowns; being open about these things confuses him, leaves him feeling... lonely, at best— so he can't say he regrets the way he's acted up until now.
The rest... is that right? Is that what he needs? He's never thought about it. This conversation makes his chest hurt, he's afraid it won't ever stop and equally afraid that it will— so what does he do with that?]
My people are— solitary creatures. As a general rule. [Or they are now, considering how angry and bitter the remaining ones are. He folds his hands in his lap and looks down at them.] What we must do requires it. Trust in anyone but each other is unnecessary, in that way. But you...
[ruined his life, etc— he squeezes his hands together, staring very intently at them and certainly not looking at Leon.] ...It could be you, if it is not too late.
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The rest... is that right? Is that what he needs? He's never thought about it. This conversation makes his chest hurt, he's afraid it won't ever stop and equally afraid that it will— so what does he do with that?]
My people are— solitary creatures. As a general rule. [Or they are now, considering how angry and bitter the remaining ones are. He folds his hands in his lap and looks down at them.] What we must do requires it. Trust in anyone but each other is unnecessary, in that way. But you...
[ruined his life, etc— he squeezes his hands together, staring very intently at them and certainly not looking at Leon.] ...It could be you, if it is not too late.