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HELLO

"..."

GOODBYE

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[selfconcept]

"... I just don't see the point of you asking me where I am like you want to talk to me about something and then... not talking about it."

[ just throws the fuckin book over his own shoulder. goodbye book. ]

[transmit]

[ The book makes a solid bonk against something it definitely shouldn't, followed by a cascade of crashes somewhere in the distance. He winces, but that's okay. No love for Felicia, damn. ]

There's nothing in particular I want to talk about. Whatever you want to say, I'll listen. And if you've already said everything you needed to everyone else, that's fine, too. I'm here just to be here.

[ A hum. ]

I already told you that you're free to be whoever you want to be.

[selfconcept]

[ Hien just stays there, unmoving for a bit before he takes the jacket and puts it over Elysium's head. ]

"... Did I do something wrong?"

[transmit]

[ Sure, this is his hat now… ]

Why do you ask that?

[selfconcept]

[ Elysium's very long hat...

Hien pauses, unsure if he wants to say it or not. It isn't like him to hesitate, but. ]

"You feel even more distant than before."

[transmit]

[ He pulls his jacket low enough to only obscure half his face, brow quirked. ]

Did you want me to start asking what happened? How else you feel?

[ like that's ever been what their relationship has been about. ]

[selfconcept]

"No, it's..."

[ He feels a familiar sensation crawl up his throat, but he tamps it down. ]

"It's nothing. Never mind."

[ He backs up, just like how it was when he was a monster, unsure of what to do. But he turns and walks off this time. ]

[transmit]

[ …

He doesn't chase. Not only does he have no right to, but it'd be irresponsible. Only when the footsteps recede into the distance does he sigh, leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling, unfurling a familiar feather to twirl it idly in his hand.

Eventually, he closes his eyes. Breathes in, breathes out. ]

Buen camino, Hien.