[ rin nearly forms a rebuttal, crude in his own desire to make heine see his perspective.
and then he looses his tethered breath. it's not worth it. ]
Fine.
[ rin doesn't let anything go so easily, though.
maybe it's a virtue. maybe it's a personality defect.
but heine stands before him like he's proving something, folding the edges of his paper-thin skin back to show blood and bone and sinew. like it's nothing. like all that he's been through is another chapter in the story of his life, unremarkable in all respects.
and it isn't. it deserves the attention that rin's giving it. heine shouldn't have to live like this, isolated except for a moment here and a moment there, not unhappy so much as unfeeling.
he makes judgment after judgment, and it's folly or it's kindness or it's some corrosive mixture of both.
either way, this isn't the end of it.
rin looks away, both hands clutched like anchors in the ocean of flowers around him, and doesn't try to perpetuate the argument. ]
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and then he looses his tethered breath. it's not worth it. ]
Fine.
[ rin doesn't let anything go so easily, though.
maybe it's a virtue. maybe it's a personality defect.
but heine stands before him like he's proving something, folding the edges of his paper-thin skin back to show blood and bone and sinew. like it's nothing. like all that he's been through is another chapter in the story of his life, unremarkable in all respects.
and it isn't. it deserves the attention that rin's giving it. heine shouldn't have to live like this, isolated except for a moment here and a moment there, not unhappy so much as unfeeling.
he makes judgment after judgment, and it's folly or it's kindness or it's some corrosive mixture of both.
either way, this isn't the end of it.
rin looks away, both hands clutched like anchors in the ocean of flowers around him, and doesn't try to perpetuate the argument. ]