[ himeka might be healing his physical injuries, but she's stumbled on his biggest open wound. the last thing he remembers from home was sealing away (he thought) (he hoped) the dark one, protecting his world from being razed by the darkness. and the next thing he knew, he'd dreamt of its end anyway, and he'd awoken here, and the regent had said yes when he asked if they destroyed the aions' worlds.
worse than another Breaking, because at least their world had survived that, however hard that had been. but if it's gone — and some days he really believes it is —
so he swallows, looks down at his hands (and muffin) again. himeka doesn't sound like someone who thinks she's already failed. and he'd never accuse her of that, as much as he fears that he has. he's perfectly capable of holding hope for other people, and despair for himself, in his mind without being weighed down by the contradiction. ]
I was. [ supposed to be doing that, yes. ] I was working on that, before Horos.
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worse than another Breaking, because at least their world had survived that, however hard that had been. but if it's gone — and some days he really believes it is —
so he swallows, looks down at his hands (and muffin) again. himeka doesn't sound like someone who thinks she's already failed. and he'd never accuse her of that, as much as he fears that he has. he's perfectly capable of holding hope for other people, and despair for himself, in his mind without being weighed down by the contradiction. ]
I was. [ supposed to be doing that, yes. ] I was working on that, before Horos.