[ there is validity to everything that Gen says. from his point of view, Abel hasn't given him any reason to see the situation much differently than the way the boy has laid it out: from his perspective, the priest must appear naught but a man full of hot air as he preaches and insists on non-violence. it's lip service. talk is cheap.
he gets it.
coupled with Gen's nature, it adds up to formulate a confusing picture - one that makes it increasingly hard for trust to factor into their relationship, even if they were to put their nature as Pleroma and Kenoma side. ]
Please don't take my inaction for arrogance. There is no part of me that thinks the way I've done things until now has been righteous or just, or holier than thou... there's no high horse, Gen, and if there is-- I promise you, I'm not on it.
[ a little levity, of course, is always needed now and then-- and he's taking another swig from his glass before he leans back a bit on his barstool. ]
It isn't that I'm above anyone. You, or anyone else. It's just...
[ ...fleeting as it had been, that levity has already dissolved into something more subdued, sobriety stealing into his features in its place. ]
I've hurt people... seen others hurt. Watched people suffer who didn't deserve it. Been the one to make them suffer, even. [ suffer senselessly. suffer brutally. suffer, and die, and seen their lives sunken into the sands of time, gone forever. ]
I've seen the consequences of my actions, and I've learned what it means to live with them-- and what's truly worth fighting for because of it. There is no part of me that believes I am worth any more than you are. If anything... it's because you're worth far more than that, that I'm here.
[ there's a subdued little tug at the corner of his mouth, some absent look in his eyes discarded as he lifts his head-- gives a somewhat self-deprecating huff of an exhale, adjusts his glasses. ]
--It sounds like I'm preaching again, doesn't it? I'm sorry. I don't really know how to convey this to you properly, and it all comes out the wrong way. I'm not trying to lecture you, okay...? I just-- hope you'll understand, somehow.
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he gets it.
coupled with Gen's nature, it adds up to formulate a confusing picture - one that makes it increasingly hard for trust to factor into their relationship, even if they were to put their nature as Pleroma and Kenoma side. ]
Please don't take my inaction for arrogance. There is no part of me that thinks the way I've done things until now has been righteous or just, or holier than thou... there's no high horse, Gen, and if there is-- I promise you, I'm not on it.
[ a little levity, of course, is always needed now and then-- and he's taking another swig from his glass before he leans back a bit on his barstool. ]
It isn't that I'm above anyone. You, or anyone else. It's just...
[ ...fleeting as it had been, that levity has already dissolved into something more subdued, sobriety stealing into his features in its place. ]
I've hurt people... seen others hurt. Watched people suffer who didn't deserve it. Been the one to make them suffer, even. [ suffer senselessly. suffer brutally. suffer, and die, and seen their lives sunken into the sands of time, gone forever. ]
I've seen the consequences of my actions, and I've learned what it means to live with them-- and what's truly worth fighting for because of it. There is no part of me that believes I am worth any more than you are. If anything... it's because you're worth far more than that, that I'm here.
[ there's a subdued little tug at the corner of his mouth, some absent look in his eyes discarded as he lifts his head-- gives a somewhat self-deprecating huff of an exhale, adjusts his glasses. ]
--It sounds like I'm preaching again, doesn't it? I'm sorry. I don't really know how to convey this to you properly, and it all comes out the wrong way. I'm not trying to lecture you, okay...? I just-- hope you'll understand, somehow.