A hard shiver ripples through those myriad feathers when Emet-Selch says those words. 'Wait for you.' No matter how hard Gen grits his teeth, averting his eyes to hide his reaction, there's no masking how deep those words cut. (He'd had that once. He'd lived for years on the thought of who he was surviving for. And he doesn't know if he can do it any more.)
"... waiting for you, huh." Gen echoes those words quietly. His next breath escapes hoarse, a pale imitation of a disdainful scoff; his voice pitches lower when he next mumbles, his words almost lost under the sound of feathers quivering against each other. "And how d'you know they even give a shit about all your efforts."
-- he regrets it almost the instant the words leave his mouth. Gen clicks his tongue loudly as he turns away, boot soles scuffing against the ground.
"-- I should go."
In truth, there's no reason he needs to leave; it must be terribly obvious that Gen simply wants to end this conversation immediately. He's feeling shitty enough as is.
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"... waiting for you, huh." Gen echoes those words quietly. His next breath escapes hoarse, a pale imitation of a disdainful scoff; his voice pitches lower when he next mumbles, his words almost lost under the sound of feathers quivering against each other. "And how d'you know they even give a shit about all your efforts."
-- he regrets it almost the instant the words leave his mouth. Gen clicks his tongue loudly as he turns away, boot soles scuffing against the ground.
"-- I should go."
In truth, there's no reason he needs to leave; it must be terribly obvious that Gen simply wants to end this conversation immediately. He's feeling shitty enough as is.