[ His voice is unwavering, as he not only takes that hand into his, he uses his other arm to wrap it around her waist, pulling her as close as he can. Half of it is because he wants to remind himself that she's real. That she's alive. That she's not an illusion like before, because the thought of that frightens him the most. That this was all in his head the whole time. ]
You... protected all of us. [ There's a tremble in his voice as he holds her tighter, closer to his chest. ] You never betrayed us. You were always real to me. It doesn't matter that you were a computer program created by the Neo World Program or whatever, or an artificial intelligence. You were always more than that to me.
You always mattered.
[ He has to shift the conversation to anyone, anyone but the other Nanami Chiaki. He can't think about her now. Because then he'll worry more about what could have been, the questions that are whirling around in his head. The conflict shows in his telltale ahoge, dropping slightly even as the temperature tries to become something a little more stable. ]
I still... don't remember everything. I vaguely remember that I was preparing for the Kamukura Project for six months. I was on my own. I was isolated. Sometimes I would just lie in a bed and think.
[ "For people like you who have no talent, you don't need to think. If you live life idly, groveling before your betters, nothing can make you happier."
"See you later."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Scenes play in his head and he can't help but wince a bit at it. He can't stop them from flooding through, however. ]
You're not... wrong, though. When I made that choice. I said to myself that I wanted to live the life I wanted to lead. I wanted to become the protagonist of my own story. To become someone who I could be proud of.
That's why you [ He stops, choking on his words. Damn it. He wants to be cool but instead, the starts of tears at the edges of his eyes. He can hear his voice echoing the words in the recesses of his mind. Insistent.
"I will become a version of me that I can be proud of around Nanami."
He really did-- ] You... don't have to apologize.
[ He really did love her, didn't he...? It's something he realizes now that simply makes his heart swell in pain, agony, sorrow, feelings that make the temperature drop again, gloomy rain clouds appearing over Hinata's head. He can't seem to control himself. Not when he's this upset. ]
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Date: 2016-08-17 04:16 pm (UTC)[ His voice is unwavering, as he not only takes that hand into his, he uses his other arm to wrap it around her waist, pulling her as close as he can. Half of it is because he wants to remind himself that she's real. That she's alive. That she's not an illusion like before, because the thought of that frightens him the most. That this was all in his head the whole time. ]
You... protected all of us. [ There's a tremble in his voice as he holds her tighter, closer to his chest. ] You never betrayed us. You were always real to me. It doesn't matter that you were a computer program created by the Neo World Program or whatever, or an artificial intelligence. You were always more than that to me.
You always mattered.
[ He has to shift the conversation to anyone, anyone but the other Nanami Chiaki. He can't think about her now. Because then he'll worry more about what could have been, the questions that are whirling around in his head. The conflict shows in his telltale ahoge, dropping slightly even as the temperature tries to become something a little more stable. ]
I still... don't remember everything. I vaguely remember that I was preparing for the Kamukura Project for six months. I was on my own. I was isolated. Sometimes I would just lie in a bed and think.
[ "For people like you who have no talent, you don't need to think. If you live life idly, groveling before your betters, nothing can make you happier."
"See you later."
"Okay, see you tomorrow."
Scenes play in his head and he can't help but wince a bit at it. He can't stop them from flooding through, however. ]
You're not... wrong, though. When I made that choice. I said to myself that I wanted to live the life I wanted to lead. I wanted to become the protagonist of my own story. To become someone who I could be proud of.
That's why you [ He stops, choking on his words. Damn it. He wants to be cool but instead, the starts of tears at the edges of his eyes. He can hear his voice echoing the words in the recesses of his mind. Insistent.
"I will become a version of me that I can be proud of around Nanami."
He really did-- ] You... don't have to apologize.
[ He really did love her, didn't he...? It's something he realizes now that simply makes his heart swell in pain, agony, sorrow, feelings that make the temperature drop again, gloomy rain clouds appearing over Hinata's head. He can't seem to control himself. Not when he's this upset. ]
You never did anything wrong. Not to me.