[ she doesn't seem to be aggressive, although dancing doesn't really suit the somber atmosphere she's giving off either. ]
I suppose there is no particularly good time or way to tell someone a thing like that.
[ She wonders--if it had been her in his shoes--how she would have been able to tell, or show, someone she cared about something like that. To be the one to give them the devastating news.....
She's really not sure she could. ]
... I have to ask. Since you remember doing it--do you remember why you did it?
[ There's no accusation there. Just the need to understand. ]
I think it's something we had both kind of assumed... since he, ah, possessed me throughout a majority of our relationship back home, but to have it confirmed... I... he...
[ he retrieves his hands from her, because he doesn't feel like dancing anymore. tbh, he doesn't feel like doing much of anything now. ]
I... don't know for sure. But thinking back to all of the memories I have it seems like we were working towards finding out his name and unlocking his memories. We went through so many different trials and tribulations to get to that point and then... [ n- no. shit. he feels his emotions start to well up inside him. ] I don't think we talked about it. It kinda seemed like we both just kind of accepted that this is what we had to do.
It... It didn't help that a few people seemed to be pushing us and I... I didn't want this. [ he takes a step back. ] I still don't. King is my, he's my everything... [ he can't stop at least a couple of tears from rolling down his round cheeks, but he's careful to wipe them away, since he's going to end up smearing his make-up. ]
I don't care what it takes. [ he tries to steel himself with mild success. ] King is... I'm going to make sure he gets what he wants this time around. He deserves to be happy. I owe it to him to make sure he's happy...
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I suppose there is no particularly good time or way to tell someone a thing like that.
[ She wonders--if it had been her in his shoes--how she would have been able to tell, or show, someone she cared about something like that. To be the one to give them the devastating news.....
She's really not sure she could. ]
... I have to ask. Since you remember doing it--do you remember why you did it?
[ There's no accusation there. Just the need to understand. ]
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[ he retrieves his hands from her, because he doesn't feel like dancing anymore. tbh, he doesn't feel like doing much of anything now. ]
I... don't know for sure. But thinking back to all of the memories I have it seems like we were working towards finding out his name and unlocking his memories. We went through so many different trials and tribulations to get to that point and then... [ n- no. shit. he feels his emotions start to well up inside him. ] I don't think we talked about it. It kinda seemed like we both just kind of accepted that this is what we had to do.
It... It didn't help that a few people seemed to be pushing us and I... I didn't want this. [ he takes a step back. ] I still don't. King is my, he's my everything... [ he can't stop at least a couple of tears from rolling down his round cheeks, but he's careful to wipe them away, since he's going to end up smearing his make-up. ]
I don't care what it takes. [ he tries to steel himself with mild success. ] King is... I'm going to make sure he gets what he wants this time around. He deserves to be happy. I owe it to him to make sure he's happy...