[ If everyone remembers things happening differently, are they even the same person if they've experienced things differently and had to adapt to what happened to them? ... If someone settles on one person, they change. It might be slight, but they definitely change because there's a lot they have to give up and let go of, a lot they have to learn to either accept or ignore, and they aren't the same as they were before. They're words he'd said to Heisuke in Liminal Space, and now they come right back to haunt him. Heisuke had said she remembered everything differently, but a part of him hadn't wanted to believe it -had heard the words, understood their meaning, and then discarded them due to a lack of firsthand proof.
It hurts. He hadn't thought it would because he'd only been running from her at home, avoiding her because he didn't know how to face her after failing her so badly. He'd only been trying to get away from things and distance himself from an emotional response he didn't like and couldn't deal with. Now, all he wants is to put his fist through the nearest wall and let it all out in the most destructive way possible on something that can't heal itself. He did it to himself though, to be honest. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
But first, he has to try and cover his ass on this because he really hadn't expected any sort of response since he really hadn't expected her to hear something he hadn't even said aloud, just in his head. It takes effort, but he manages to shelve the flat tone, forcing even his thoughts back into his usual outward face. It doesn't do much to soothe the hurt, though, and that remains despite his best efforts to conceal it. ]
...No. [ Totally bullshit. ] I'm fine.
[ Conceal, don't feel. Dammit, he could really use an ice queen to teach him a thing or two right about now. ]
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It hurts. He hadn't thought it would because he'd only been running from her at home, avoiding her because he didn't know how to face her after failing her so badly. He'd only been trying to get away from things and distance himself from an emotional response he didn't like and couldn't deal with. Now, all he wants is to put his fist through the nearest wall and let it all out in the most destructive way possible on something that can't heal itself. He did it to himself though, to be honest. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.
But first, he has to try and cover his ass on this because he really hadn't expected any sort of response since he really hadn't expected her to hear something he hadn't even said aloud, just in his head. It takes effort, but he manages to shelve the flat tone, forcing even his thoughts back into his usual outward face. It doesn't do much to soothe the hurt, though, and that remains despite his best efforts to conceal it. ]
...No. [ Totally bullshit. ] I'm fine.
[ Conceal, don't feel. Dammit, he could really use an ice queen to teach him a thing or two right about now. ]