He's like the water of a river, that person - he runs down the path of least resistance. His laziness is his fatal flaw, I suppose. That is, I think, a little like how it was back in our world, too.
And -
Beyond that, between choosing to preserve his identity at the cost of what he's already tasted, or keeping that which he finds dear close to his chest, even at the cost of his identity . . . He's already . . .
He wants to protect the latter. Even if it means the end of his life, I'm sure. So -
[ and he brings both palms up to press to his eyelids now, not quite crying but his eyes are burning ]
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[ bitterly, bitterly, bitterly smiling, ]
He's like the water of a river, that person - he runs down the path of least resistance. His laziness is his fatal flaw, I suppose. That is, I think, a little like how it was back in our world, too.
And -
Beyond that, between choosing to preserve his identity at the cost of what he's already tasted, or keeping that which he finds dear close to his chest, even at the cost of his identity . . . He's already . . .
He wants to protect the latter. Even if it means the end of his life, I'm sure. So -
[ and he brings both palms up to press to his eyelids now, not quite crying but his eyes are burning ]
- So. So . . .
[ no, that's the end of what he had to say ]