[ When Wolfwood speaks again, they go quiet, because it does feel like there's just something they aren't getting. When he had asked the question previous, they hadn't thought much of it, didn't understand why he would throw it their way all of a sudden. Though, they figure it would be obvious - that they wouldn't, though at the same time, perhaps as they attempt to process all of these (emotional things which feel too difficult to grasp at times, because they can't relate), there is something that clicks in there.
Something that makes them realize that, as much as they wished for Wolfwood to understand them...they can't understand his reasons for this - can't understand him at this very moment. That realization keeps them quiet, has them trying to examine closer the other man's words, their previous actions, even if the gap between them is far too wide.
Such to the point that they still can't come up with something to say about Wolfwood pitying them in return. They...don't know how to feel about that.
Then, he's saying all those other things as well. Could it be they've misunderstood him? For once in their life, they just stand there, trying to think, but then their shoulders slump, just a bit. ]
...You...
I don't understand everything that is transpiring on in your head.
[ They sigh, raising a hand to their own head, closing their eyes, before reopening them. They're...not content with this. They can't be. But, they feel strange - no, they feel wrong for it. Wrongfooted, and a fool. ]
I cannot begin to understand the connection you and that man have. Not in the slightest. And when you had asked what you had, all I could think was about what you had said again and again - the conviction of accepting a certain kind of end. It troubled me.
As for your question, it seems clear. If someone begins such a shift, perhaps I would claim that there is some kind of light that would chase away a semblance of that misery.
However...I still can't bring myself to imagine ever allowing that phantasm say those things about you without comment. [ They then shift their gaze to Vash. ] I do stand by that.
[ Perhaps it is a childish sentiment. But, that aside, thinking back to what they saw in that nightmare - that hellscape - concerning Wolfwood, and the hint of horrid things that lurked underneath the surface. They had seen so many times humans who had suffered, but they tried to move forward and railed against despair; and they could not understand the sorrow that pulled them down. (Like they couldn't understand Welt Yang's guilt. Is this the same...?
How can they help, if so?
Is it so wrong for them to want Wolfwood to reach for happiness?) ]
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Something that makes them realize that, as much as they wished for Wolfwood to understand them...they can't understand his reasons for this - can't understand him at this very moment. That realization keeps them quiet, has them trying to examine closer the other man's words, their previous actions, even if the gap between them is far too wide.
Such to the point that they still can't come up with something to say about Wolfwood pitying them in return. They...don't know how to feel about that.
Then, he's saying all those other things as well. Could it be they've misunderstood him? For once in their life, they just stand there, trying to think, but then their shoulders slump, just a bit. ]
...You...
I don't understand everything that is transpiring on in your head.
[ They sigh, raising a hand to their own head, closing their eyes, before reopening them. They're...not content with this. They can't be. But, they feel strange - no, they feel wrong for it. Wrongfooted, and a fool. ]
I cannot begin to understand the connection you and that man have. Not in the slightest. And when you had asked what you had, all I could think was about what you had said again and again - the conviction of accepting a certain kind of end. It troubled me.
As for your question, it seems clear. If someone begins such a shift, perhaps I would claim that there is some kind of light that would chase away a semblance of that misery.
However...I still can't bring myself to imagine ever allowing that phantasm say those things about you without comment. [ They then shift their gaze to Vash. ] I do stand by that.
[ Perhaps it is a childish sentiment. But, that aside, thinking back to what they saw in that nightmare - that hellscape - concerning Wolfwood, and the hint of horrid things that lurked underneath the surface. They had seen so many times humans who had suffered, but they tried to move forward and railed against despair; and they could not understand the sorrow that pulled them down. (Like they couldn't understand Welt Yang's guilt. Is this the same...?
How can they help, if so?
Is it so wrong for them to want Wolfwood to reach for happiness?) ]