[ Ciel. A machine. That's fucking stupid. A machine wouldn't waste her time even pretending to be capable of niceties. Ciel is just a person like the rest of them.
The thought has his gaze flickering up to fix on her for a moment before drifting away once more in the face of that question. What's left of his arm is starting to hurt like it periodically does these days, and Gen distractedly reaches up rub at his shoulder, trying to squelch the vicious prickling of his nerves. ]
What would there be for me to do. [ Whether Abel and Himeka are somehow lucky enough to be rescued or not, that doesn't mean he's going to do anything. His decided course of action hasn't changed. He knows his place. ] They'll both be dead in the end, one way or another. Whether it's here, as prisoners, after Estinien dies, or after everything's over and we've won. They have to die in the end. It's just ...
[ His next breath catches in his throat, and his fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, close to where the scarring at his arm starts. But that spike of pain isn't the only reason his next words come low and hoarse. ]
... we all at least want to die free. Die in a way that makes sense to us.
[ 'We.' Because he hasn't forgotten what he's seen of Ciel's memories. She understands that much, doesn't she? That desperate desire to reach an end that grants some sense of agency and closure. Not wasting away in a prison cell, being used as a pawn. Even if the Kenoma will be victorious and the end will come for everyone someday ... is that desperation not something that should be acknowledged? Even for their prisoners? ]
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The thought has his gaze flickering up to fix on her for a moment before drifting away once more in the face of that question. What's left of his arm is starting to hurt like it periodically does these days, and Gen distractedly reaches up rub at his shoulder, trying to squelch the vicious prickling of his nerves. ]
What would there be for me to do. [ Whether Abel and Himeka are somehow lucky enough to be rescued or not, that doesn't mean he's going to do anything. His decided course of action hasn't changed. He knows his place. ] They'll both be dead in the end, one way or another. Whether it's here, as prisoners, after Estinien dies, or after everything's over and we've won. They have to die in the end. It's just ...
[ His next breath catches in his throat, and his fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, close to where the scarring at his arm starts. But that spike of pain isn't the only reason his next words come low and hoarse. ]
... we all at least want to die free. Die in a way that makes sense to us.
[ 'We.' Because he hasn't forgotten what he's seen of Ciel's memories. She understands that much, doesn't she? That desperate desire to reach an end that grants some sense of agency and closure. Not wasting away in a prison cell, being used as a pawn. Even if the Kenoma will be victorious and the end will come for everyone someday ... is that desperation not something that should be acknowledged? Even for their prisoners? ]