[ Her words don't comfort him, surprisingly enough, and he can't help but jerk his hand away -- but he's not sure if it's out of fear or out of frustration. Maybe he just thinks that, in a way it's unfair, really, but he doesn't voice that thought. While she's real and here, the reassurance, to him, is hollow.
Because what she's doing is just simply this: telling him what he wants to hear. Not what he needs to.
Perhaps it's the pieces of Kamukura that allow him to see the world like this - his analysis of it all. The idea causes him to deflate, his eyes narrowing before he can feel time slowing down for him. It's not that time has truly slowed down, it's just that his perception of it all is different.
Stop. His voice is angry in Nanami's head as a reply, but at the same time, there's a piercing sadness that comes in waves that you can almost taste the ocean water.
He then looks at Komaeda, but the expression that is written in Hinata's eyes isn't one that belongs to the ordinary him. But he should already recognize the person that manifests through those blood red eyes of his, shouldn't he? He's seen it so many times before. His fists unclench, but the marks are still there. He's bleeding, as he forcibly cut himself, but he ignores the pain altogether. It's unimportant. ]
It's okay. [ His words are empty and devoid of life -- the area he sits on begins to die out, aging quickly to the point where it cracks and nearly breaks. But only nearly. ] When I was learning how to utilize Dunamis, I had to learn about myself from the very beginning. While memories and bonds can make up pieces of the puzzle, you have to understand yourself. If you don't do that, then those memories and bonds won't mean anything in the long run, I've felt. You can understand others, but if you don't understand yourself it won't help you. ... Right?
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Date: 2016-09-22 02:41 am (UTC)Because what she's doing is just simply this: telling him what he wants to hear. Not what he needs to.
Perhaps it's the pieces of Kamukura that allow him to see the world like this - his analysis of it all. The idea causes him to deflate, his eyes narrowing before he can feel time slowing down for him. It's not that time has truly slowed down, it's just that his perception of it all is different.
Stop. His voice is angry in Nanami's head as a reply, but at the same time, there's a piercing sadness that comes in waves that you can almost taste the ocean water.
He then looks at Komaeda, but the expression that is written in Hinata's eyes isn't one that belongs to the ordinary him. But he should already recognize the person that manifests through those blood red eyes of his, shouldn't he? He's seen it so many times before. His fists unclench, but the marks are still there. He's bleeding, as he forcibly cut himself, but he ignores the pain altogether. It's unimportant. ]
It's okay. [ His words are empty and devoid of life -- the area he sits on begins to die out, aging quickly to the point where it cracks and nearly breaks. But only nearly. ] When I was learning how to utilize Dunamis, I had to learn about myself from the very beginning. While memories and bonds can make up pieces of the puzzle, you have to understand yourself. If you don't do that, then those memories and bonds won't mean anything in the long run, I've felt. You can understand others, but if you don't understand yourself it won't help you. ... Right?