Do you actually care? What happens to those innocents, what happens to you?
[ He seems so pitiful sitting here, as if he's been rendered immobile by his own mind. He's done this to himself, he's given up already, or so it seems to Pyra. And then him questioning what is it that he loves-- she knows that he feels that sort of affection for his disciples, for his sect brothers and sisters, or so he's mentioned before. He's even said that she is among those he loves! Now he says the word so distantly as if it is alien. ]
"I love you," and "it will be"...
Hollow, meaningless words. You've given up long ago, haven't you? [ Her brow knits with pity, her fingers slide along his cheek, brushing his hair back, touch delicate as if she's comforting a wounded animal instead. ] Ahh, it must be torture, knowing that you are trapped, that there is no escape, that someone had you claim to have loved will tear you limb for limb.
But if you're going to simply let that happen to you, why wait? I can do the same to you, here and now.
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[ He seems so pitiful sitting here, as if he's been rendered immobile by his own mind. He's done this to himself, he's given up already, or so it seems to Pyra. And then him questioning what is it that he loves-- she knows that he feels that sort of affection for his disciples, for his sect brothers and sisters, or so he's mentioned before. He's even said that she is among those he loves! Now he says the word so distantly as if it is alien. ]
"I love you," and "it will be"...
Hollow, meaningless words. You've given up long ago, haven't you? [ Her brow knits with pity, her fingers slide along his cheek, brushing his hair back, touch delicate as if she's comforting a wounded animal instead. ] Ahh, it must be torture, knowing that you are trapped, that there is no escape, that someone had you claim to have loved will tear you limb for limb.
But if you're going to simply let that happen to you, why wait? I can do the same to you, here and now.