( it's true that none of them had asked for this, but that didn't necessarily mean they universally rejected their involvement, did it? there is much to be said about the insidious nature of the Kenoma, the way it slinks into the cracks of one's psyche and ever-so-slightly pushes on their compulsions in ways that are hard to identify as influenced by an external force. but when it came to makoto and his snap decision to kill estinien that day, it had nothing to do with this war. not in its initial impetus, anyway. it had the added benefit of perhaps taking a powerful piece off of the board, certainly, but his motivation had been selfish — the dragoon had not only grievously injured him, but he had insulted him by turning his back on him and leaving him to die.
as ruthless as makoto likes to make himself appear, he likely couldn't stomach killing someone for no reason. but as revenge...
for such a cause, it became all too easy to justify.
whether or not any of the emotional color makes it through the connection can't be read from what's received back from makoto. there's a strained silence, a discontented thinning of the line that comes across like the narrowing of one's eyes. irritation and impatience jump beneath its surface like exposed nerves. )
I'm not much in the mood for pleasantries, my friend. What do you want?
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as ruthless as makoto likes to make himself appear, he likely couldn't stomach killing someone for no reason. but as revenge...
for such a cause, it became all too easy to justify.
whether or not any of the emotional color makes it through the connection can't be read from what's received back from makoto. there's a strained silence, a discontented thinning of the line that comes across like the narrowing of one's eyes. irritation and impatience jump beneath its surface like exposed nerves. )
I'm not much in the mood for pleasantries, my friend. What do you want?