[ Seeing Sinclair's determination despite the helpless situation is honestly inspiring. Motivating. Hien wants to do the same, but his determination lies elsewhere. ]
... I still remember our first interaction here.
[ Because Sinclair kept interacting with Hien. It keeps his memories of Sinclair alive, for at least a while longer. His memories with Fandaniel were already starting to fade. Perhaps it's because he favors Sinclair more? He's not sure. ]
You've grown since then.
[ He walks up to Sinclair, mummyhead and all, and gently pats his head.
It's a nice headpat--the kind that you get to show affection for someone who's close to you, like a younger sibling. It's also the kind you receive from people who tell you that you did well, a good job. From how he is now, Hien has never felt close to anybody except one person and even then, it's a little complicated. The feeling is foreign when receiving, but it isn't when he's giving.
He feels like he's always wanted to do this, in some way. But he also knows that he always wanted someone to tell him the same thing--that he wasn't a mistake. That it's okay to be here. That it's fine to simply exist without being used as a tool nor a scapegoat. That he's wanted--
But he keeps his taciturn face behind the bandages and withdraws his hand. ]
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... I still remember our first interaction here.
[ Because Sinclair kept interacting with Hien. It keeps his memories of Sinclair alive, for at least a while longer. His memories with Fandaniel were already starting to fade. Perhaps it's because he favors Sinclair more? He's not sure. ]
You've grown since then.
[ He walks up to Sinclair, mummyhead and all, and gently pats his head.
It's a nice headpat--the kind that you get to show affection for someone who's close to you, like a younger sibling. It's also the kind you receive from people who tell you that you did well, a good job. From how he is now, Hien has never felt close to anybody except one person and even then, it's a little complicated. The feeling is foreign when receiving, but it isn't when he's giving.
He feels like he's always wanted to do this, in some way. But he also knows that he always wanted someone to tell him the same thing--that he wasn't a mistake. That it's okay to be here. That it's fine to simply exist without being used as a tool nor a scapegoat. That he's wanted--
But he keeps his taciturn face behind the bandages and withdraws his hand. ]