Isnt it? Isn't it exactly what you're suggesting? [ maybe that is harsh. it's certainly unfair, since rin's suggestions come from that space between his ribs that housed colour and sentiment and something heine will never comprehend.

he still remembers the walls he woke to; there was nothing else and rin says it rattles him and it does. and he hates that it is as clear as surface of water, even if some things are still distorted against the proverbial liquid.

firered eyes and heine turnstile scarlet of his away and laughs. actually laughs, harsh raspwhisper and the tight angles of his body coil at the subtle vibration, hands stuffed into his pockets. ] Really.

You think you can fix it? [ the reason aside, it's a laughable idea.

or maybe there was a part of him that did not want to let the dog go. to not have the potential to block that thing out, because that would mean letting go of that guilt, if his intentions, if that need. of that purpose, assigned to a stray.

it comes down to this; rin doesn't know what is best for him and heine would never allow that truth to show through. the burden was his own, shoulders used to the weight. his smile is uncomfortable and thin, rin's whisper thin intentions lost on deafened ears. ] We're from completely different worlds. Didn't think I would have to remind you.