[ Something inside him shudders violently at that, the reminder of a promise he'd thrust into some dark corner of his mind.
( -- 'I will carry you with me, and treat you preciously as someone new in our next life.' Those words from Set haunt him, whispering to him from somewhere deep in his heart no matter how hard he tries to smother them. Happiness isn't meant for him. He knows it as fact. Minegishi Gen was never meant to for happiness, and will wither and rot in the end. But foolishly, desperately, selfishly, he can't help yearning for it, and Set's promise of happiness in another place, in another life, as another person, is perhaps the only way he can permit himself that desire.
Just as much as he hates himself for hungry for Set's pain, he hates himself for being unable to give up on that distant hope. He hates Set for having offered him that lifeline, and hates Set for being so magnetic as to making it seem viable. He hates Set for being his distant sun. ) ]
... should you be raisin' your voice against me like that?
[ His words remains as demeaning as ever, a barbed reminder to Set of what exactly is at stake here. But there's an exhaustion there, now, and a weight to his words. Anger is always harder to maintain once its lost its momentum, after all; spite might carry him through the rest of this act, but it lacks the drive of rage in this moment, requiring him to willfully claw his way forward.
He can't back off, can he? It'd defeat the entire purpose of issuing a threat in the first place. If he backs off now and shows Set any mercy, then how can he retain any control in the future? ( 'Why didn't you let me be there for you when you needed someone on your side?' Those words, too, keep ringing in his ears. His head hurts. He wants to stop thinking. ) He didn't do anything wrong; all he'd done was what had to be done to keep Reiji safe. There had been no other choice.
The landscape of Gen's mind quiets further, though Set will probably find no comfort in this. ]
I've heard enough from you. [ Gen's response comes flat and ironed flat, like he's willfully tried to purge the emotions from his words. ] I'm done with this talk.
[ What of the jars? He doesn't know. -- he'll deal with them. He'll shatter them like he's supposed to. Later. A bit later. Just after he's rested. But he will, he will. He has to. ]
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( -- 'I will carry you with me, and treat you preciously as someone new in our next life.' Those words from Set haunt him, whispering to him from somewhere deep in his heart no matter how hard he tries to smother them. Happiness isn't meant for him. He knows it as fact. Minegishi Gen was never meant to for happiness, and will wither and rot in the end. But foolishly, desperately, selfishly, he can't help yearning for it, and Set's promise of happiness in another place, in another life, as another person, is perhaps the only way he can permit himself that desire.
Just as much as he hates himself for hungry for Set's pain, he hates himself for being unable to give up on that distant hope. He hates Set for having offered him that lifeline, and hates Set for being so magnetic as to making it seem viable. He hates Set for being his distant sun. ) ]
... should you be raisin' your voice against me like that?
[ His words remains as demeaning as ever, a barbed reminder to Set of what exactly is at stake here. But there's an exhaustion there, now, and a weight to his words. Anger is always harder to maintain once its lost its momentum, after all; spite might carry him through the rest of this act, but it lacks the drive of rage in this moment, requiring him to willfully claw his way forward.
He can't back off, can he? It'd defeat the entire purpose of issuing a threat in the first place. If he backs off now and shows Set any mercy, then how can he retain any control in the future? ( 'Why didn't you let me be there for you when you needed someone on your side?' Those words, too, keep ringing in his ears. His head hurts. He wants to stop thinking. ) He didn't do anything wrong; all he'd done was what had to be done to keep Reiji safe. There had been no other choice.
The landscape of Gen's mind quiets further, though Set will probably find no comfort in this. ]
I've heard enough from you. [ Gen's response comes flat and ironed flat, like he's willfully tried to purge the emotions from his words. ] I'm done with this talk.
[ What of the jars? He doesn't know. -- he'll deal with them. He'll shatter them like he's supposed to. Later. A bit later. Just after he's rested. But he will, he will. He has to. ]