( "That you might try to make yourself look worse, so that you might have fewer regrets to leave behind when you choose a certain handful over the rest."—
It's hard to read his expression, so instead Homura will have to make do with the laugh that seems to escape his maw - not laughing at her, but just at the idea of it. )
I'd have regrets regardless, but that would only make it worse. I don't like hurting the people I love.
( Doing it genuinely - explaining his intentions and motives truthfully - had already done enough harm. Now, imagine making it worse!
That's not a clean cut at all, to Hwylryn. That's a jagged wound - an arm ripped straight off.
As for her final sentiment, he smiles softly: )
... I'd like if that didn't have to happen.
( He thinks they both know the answer, so he isn't keen to say it. )
But I'd also like it if you never had to choose between your promised love and Primrose.
( Because he knows what Homura will choose. They are equal, in this way. )
I've known you all the same amount of time, but the paths of each connection is different.
( In other words - he does grow genuinely attached quickly, but how well he bonded with each person really depended on the person. )
... I think... for someone who lost the means to form these relationships within your home, it probably sounds strange to you. ( Homura, who views people in her timeloops as cogs - routines - simply obstacles and tools to work in her mission. ) And even then, I fall in love faster than most. With the people, the land, the stories...
To you, it's arbitrary. But, to me, it's something I've always been willing to die for. Maybe we're inverses, in this way.
( Homura, who loves one above all - and Hwylryn, who loves everyone before himself. )
But I thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming to care for Primrose, despite it all.
( Whether or not Homura excludes Hwylryn from that category now. )
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It's hard to read his expression, so instead Homura will have to make do with the laugh that seems to escape his maw - not laughing at her, but just at the idea of it. )
I'd have regrets regardless, but that would only make it worse. I don't like hurting the people I love.
( Doing it genuinely - explaining his intentions and motives truthfully - had already done enough harm. Now, imagine making it worse!
That's not a clean cut at all, to Hwylryn. That's a jagged wound - an arm ripped straight off.
As for her final sentiment, he smiles softly: )
... I'd like if that didn't have to happen.
( He thinks they both know the answer, so he isn't keen to say it. )
But I'd also like it if you never had to choose between your promised love and Primrose.
( Because he knows what Homura will choose. They are equal, in this way. )
I've known you all the same amount of time, but the paths of each connection is different.
( In other words - he does grow genuinely attached quickly, but how well he bonded with each person really depended on the person. )
... I think... for someone who lost the means to form these relationships within your home, it probably sounds strange to you. ( Homura, who views people in her timeloops as cogs - routines - simply obstacles and tools to work in her mission. ) And even then, I fall in love faster than most. With the people, the land, the stories...
To you, it's arbitrary. But, to me, it's something I've always been willing to die for. Maybe we're inverses, in this way.
( Homura, who loves one above all - and Hwylryn, who loves everyone before himself. )
But I thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming to care for Primrose, despite it all.
( Whether or not Homura excludes Hwylryn from that category now. )