[ They try to hide how what he says makes them pause in their work for a second, pressing the brush flat against their skin and holding it there. Whatever Ghost thought they should do - just hearing it from him sinks like lead onto their shoulders, the inescapable-ness of their responsibilities weighing down heavily on them. When they glance at him, their eyes are strangely vulnerable like they always have been whenever they've talked with him about this, but even more than that, there's a distinct undertone of guilt before they return to glaring at their leg. ]
That would be... [ Wrong, is what they almost say, but they hold back. What he describes sounds like an ideal that just isn't achievable. They're someone who is tied down by obligation at every turn, or at least, it feels that way. It would be nice to be free like he is. ] That's different. There are still things I have to do - things they wanted me to...
[ Things that Ghost was upset at them for failing at in the short time that they were here in Chroma. It doesn't feel like they have a choice in the matter of following their will, no matter how he says that they should choose for themself now; Ghost's wishes feel more like inevitable rules they're meant to follow just because they said so. ]
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That would be... [ Wrong, is what they almost say, but they hold back. What he describes sounds like an ideal that just isn't achievable. They're someone who is tied down by obligation at every turn, or at least, it feels that way. It would be nice to be free like he is. ] That's different. There are still things I have to do - things they wanted me to...
[ Things that Ghost was upset at them for failing at in the short time that they were here in Chroma. It doesn't feel like they have a choice in the matter of following their will, no matter how he says that they should choose for themself now; Ghost's wishes feel more like inevitable rules they're meant to follow just because they said so. ]