( it's difficult for makoto to trust anyone's empathy. that required, after all, a certain amount of understanding of the one they were attempting to empathize with, did it not? they shared circumstances as Aions aligned with the Kenoma, but how many layers of his typical veneer does one peer past before they start to become averse to what they find? some might be hasty to write it off that he's simply a demon, and that's only what one can expect, but he knows the truth — there's nothing in him now that hadn't already existed within him before J had taken him into hell. hell had just provided the fertile soil for those seeds to grow.
still, he gets the sense from howl that this isn't some entertainment to him. he isn't regarding his affliction as something either pathetic or well-deserved (or both). for his restraint, makoto is grateful.
he is right, though. there's not much to be done. though he's experienced the mechanics of what he assumes is the curse that thing put on him, he doesn't understand the greater picture of it yet. )
I appreciate the intent, but there's no need. I doubt it's something I can keep secret. Not for long, at least.
( both because of how the events of that evening were already being spread and the nature of the affliction itself. )
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still, he gets the sense from howl that this isn't some entertainment to him. he isn't regarding his affliction as something either pathetic or well-deserved (or both). for his restraint, makoto is grateful.
he is right, though. there's not much to be done. though he's experienced the mechanics of what he assumes is the curse that thing put on him, he doesn't understand the greater picture of it yet. )
I appreciate the intent, but there's no need. I doubt it's something I can keep secret. Not for long, at least.
( both because of how the events of that evening were already being spread and the nature of the affliction itself. )