( He has to keep his composure; it's hardly a choice. Else he'd be a crying mess. No thanks to... Akira, and all Akira's friends.
He can't bring himself to dislike Akira, to resent Mithra, despite that. He doesn't want to think of them like Snow and White, now that he has time to dwell. It hurt a lot the first time around, to think of Snow and White as his enemy - traitors. Killers of the one he named his heart. And here his friends came around again, doing the same thousands of years later.
But he has to keep himself steady.
His voice is friendly, neither warm nor cold; lost in thought, too, maybe. )
Uh-huh.
( He runs his fingers through his long, long hair, dragging out the pond scum and viscous water like a sieve. In its wake, a fist squeezes out the rest of the water, and the pondwater hits the ground harsh, sudden, and heavy. )
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He can't bring himself to dislike Akira, to resent Mithra, despite that. He doesn't want to think of them like Snow and White, now that he has time to dwell. It hurt a lot the first time around, to think of Snow and White as his enemy - traitors. Killers of the one he named his heart. And here his friends came around again, doing the same thousands of years later.
But he has to keep himself steady.
His voice is friendly, neither warm nor cold; lost in thought, too, maybe. )
Uh-huh.
( He runs his fingers through his long, long hair, dragging out the pond scum and viscous water like a sieve. In its wake, a fist squeezes out the rest of the water, and the pondwater hits the ground harsh, sudden, and heavy. )
What is it?