(He tenses at the touch and holds his breath. He won't breathe. He won't blink. If he does, he'll let things slip and spill out like he's done once before. He's too proud to let Ryouma see him cry. So instead he just stills himself and lets himself feel the embrace.
After centuries of missing context, it feels like something falls into place in his memory and something shifts. Being loved, being valued, being passed on lovingly to someone precious... instead of being unwanted, a burden, something that was just given away carelessly.
It's too late to change himself completely. He is who he is now. History can't be undone or rewritten even if it can be interpreted a different way.
Eventually, he lets out a shakey breath and mumbles, )
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After centuries of missing context, it feels like something falls into place in his memory and something shifts. Being loved, being valued, being passed on lovingly to someone precious... instead of being unwanted, a burden, something that was just given away carelessly.
It's too late to change himself completely. He is who he is now. History can't be undone or rewritten even if it can be interpreted a different way.
Eventually, he lets out a shakey breath and mumbles, )
... Shut up.