[ he's able to accept this, somehow - even if he knows he doesn't really have a reason to agree, there's a feeling at the back of his mind that it seems right. it would seem right, because maybe, in some other world, he was not like this. but then, what kind of person would they be?
he holds out a hand in front of him, a black prism floating above his palm before it silently shatters into small crystalline fragments and fades away ]
I felt a lot of pain.
[ he had, once. he doesn't feel it now, but he remembers how it felt like. ]
I don't want that... to happen to other people who don't deserve it.
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he holds out a hand in front of him, a black prism floating above his palm before it silently shatters into small crystalline fragments and fades away ]
I felt a lot of pain.
[ he had, once. he doesn't feel it now, but he remembers how it felt like. ]
I don't want that... to happen to other people who don't deserve it.