[He wasn't looking specifically for sympathy, but a little more than that would have been appreciated. Even just a 'that sucks' and leaving it at that. But this? He recoils a little, reminded quite unexpectedly of Gladio and many lectures past meant to motivate him and push him onward because he didn't really have the luxury of time or to fall apart because others were depending on him.
But no one's depending on him anymore. Not really. And even if they were, he didn't fail - at least, not that he knows of - at what was asked of him, at what he was born and chosen to do. It's just... what was asked of him was apparently not enough, and he can't help the shock and bewilderment and the loss. To die painfully for hope only for that hope to turn out to be hollow and to be brought back from that edge and thrust into this strange, new world and then be told not to look back...?
Resentment bubbles up in his chest, while grief swells behind his eyes, and he clenches his jaw and his fists, broken fingernails digging into calloused palms. The childish part of him wants to rail about how unfair it all is. He swallows down that whining at least, but he can't help the bitter pain that laces his words when he does respond.]
And what's left? Another half-ruined world that some asshole tried to destroy out of spite? It's just more of the same. What's going to make this any different?
[He doesn't want to see somewhere else be destroyed. He doesn't want any more lives lost that don't need to be. No more sacrifices. No more deaths. But here they are, with that wretched thing keening int heir ears.]
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But no one's depending on him anymore. Not really. And even if they were, he didn't fail - at least, not that he knows of - at what was asked of him, at what he was born and chosen to do. It's just... what was asked of him was apparently not enough, and he can't help the shock and bewilderment and the loss. To die painfully for hope only for that hope to turn out to be hollow and to be brought back from that edge and thrust into this strange, new world and then be told not to look back...?
Resentment bubbles up in his chest, while grief swells behind his eyes, and he clenches his jaw and his fists, broken fingernails digging into calloused palms. The childish part of him wants to rail about how unfair it all is. He swallows down that whining at least, but he can't help the bitter pain that laces his words when he does respond.]
And what's left? Another half-ruined world that some asshole tried to destroy out of spite? It's just more of the same. What's going to make this any different?
[He doesn't want to see somewhere else be destroyed. He doesn't want any more lives lost that don't need to be. No more sacrifices. No more deaths. But here they are, with that wretched thing keening int heir ears.]