[Ah. His own heart sinks, and his fingers slow in their movements before he continues.]
That sort of kind soul... It makes sense, doesn't it? [Eichi doesn't know what to feel. Jealous? Admiring? That sort of move is the kind that Eichi can only attempt to reach for. He's a coward, himself, and he could never do it so gracefully. It could never take away his own stained hands.
He's selfishly thinking things like this, even, when Ion is dead.]
Like a child, it makes me want to say "it's not fair".
no subject
[Ah. His own heart sinks, and his fingers slow in their movements before he continues.]
That sort of kind soul... It makes sense, doesn't it? [Eichi doesn't know what to feel. Jealous? Admiring? That sort of move is the kind that Eichi can only attempt to reach for. He's a coward, himself, and he could never do it so gracefully. It could never take away his own stained hands.
He's selfishly thinking things like this, even, when Ion is dead.]
Like a child, it makes me want to say "it's not fair".