[Those were good times, both memories Pyra brings up. The affection she was giving him was more than he deserved, but he was grateful for it all the same.]
I do. I.. they're moments- precious ones, of course. I treasure them and they're what get me through. But I wonder are those little moments, no matter how many of them, enough to balance the scale of one big hurt?
Like.. well, like Pepper. If that incident had left her paralyzed or blind or some other lasting condition, would it matter how good I was to her if I was responsible for that? Or with Era. Solus said I'd done her so much harm that she's going to need all this time to recover from it. He said he read our conversations and couldn't tell from them that I'd cared at all.
On one hand, I'm supposed to be made of iron. It's who I am and it's who I need to be when I have to stand between the world and whatever wants to harm it over and over again. On the other.. when you have to defend yourself the same way for so many years you can't help but question it.
[Was he really the villain in the story and just unable to see it for some reason? Was he the abuser he'd sworn to protect others against? He tugged the necklace he wore around his neck always out from under his shirt. The little black skull, identical to the one on a blind man's neck, was hard to see in the night.]
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I do. I.. they're moments- precious ones, of course. I treasure them and they're what get me through. But I wonder are those little moments, no matter how many of them, enough to balance the scale of one big hurt?
Like.. well, like Pepper. If that incident had left her paralyzed or blind or some other lasting condition, would it matter how good I was to her if I was responsible for that? Or with Era. Solus said I'd done her so much harm that she's going to need all this time to recover from it. He said he read our conversations and couldn't tell from them that I'd cared at all.
On one hand, I'm supposed to be made of iron. It's who I am and it's who I need to be when I have to stand between the world and whatever wants to harm it over and over again. On the other.. when you have to defend yourself the same way for so many years you can't help but question it.
[Was he really the villain in the story and just unable to see it for some reason? Was he the abuser he'd sworn to protect others against? He tugged the necklace he wore around his neck always out from under his shirt. The little black skull, identical to the one on a blind man's neck, was hard to see in the night.]
Something or someone killed my fiancé's spirit. Ignis was losing his mind before he left the train and I couldn't help him either. When am I going to hurt you and Gladio in a way that's unforgivable? It's not a question of 'if'.