[HE SURE DOES. . . tbqh that is when he clocked that the shadow was Hien]
I don't want you to disappear, either.
[he says with a slow exhale]
I asked because. . . I remember you got upset when you felt like people expected you to be "good" all the time. I wondered if this was something similar. . . or if it was another thing entirely.
[ he doesn't want hien to feel bad!!! just bonks his head into his chest like an annoying cat. ]
On the one hand, I'm also glad you were weakened because that could've been worse. On the other hand, I don't like that you were because it means things were really bad out there. I didn't want something like this to happen to you.
there is the kind of stunned silence of someone who is definitely not used to hearing that, or thinking about his death(s) in any way except that he'd be letting down the people who invested in him, giving some shitty people the free pass to do as they'd like without him to stop them, and/or being a burden to the people who'd have to deal with the fallout of him dying. thinking about people being... emotionally upset??? about him dying is still a new one.]
Thank you, Hien. [he'd unfortunately still do it but he really is touched.] I'm very fortunate to know you.
[ Thank you, Edamura. That's why he asked. Hien personally wouldn't mind, but he thinks Edamura would. So. He's trying to be courteous. Anyway, the gear turning noises are back and Hien replaces the dog in all his humanoid glory, sitting across from him. ]
"... I'm going to tell you what's in my shard."
[ Not who, but what. He was courteous for that before, but he leans in to quietly mumble it next to Edamura's ear. ]
[hilariously he actually wouldn't mind either. . . he just thinks Hien would. . .]
You are?
[there's no hiding the way Edamura's features grow slack with surprise, because he truly thought he would never learn what was in Hien's shard. he figured it was a secret Hien would take to the end of Purgatory, and that was fine by him. everyone deserved to have their secrets]
[. . . now isn't the time to think about the small flicker of warmth he feels at being wrong, though. how nice it is to be trusted. especially not when he tilts his head to listen]
[and he feels ice course through his veins, freezing his heart in his chest]
[for a moment, he is silent. for a moment, he hears nothing but the echoes of that answer reverberating in his mind. I don't want to disappear. I don't want you to disappear, either.]
[he reaches down to grasp Hien's hand tightly in his own, knuckles white, fingers trembling slightly]
. . . that's why. . .
[that's why Hien was so uncertain about making progress]
I saw some weird books in a room... and it felt like they were trying to erase my existence in a slow and painful way. I was more or less freaking out the entire time after that.
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