because as horrible as four is, as much as she hates and curses the world, as much as she wants the entire world to end, for everything to be silent so she can't hear all the terrible thoughts in her mind, about how worthless she is, about how worthless everything is, she always has one fragile hope for someone to think the world is as unfair to her as she thinks it is.
she cracks, a little. ]
I hate my parents. My sisters and I took care each other, and my oldest sister.... she was the one who took care of me the most. She was the one I remember who comforted me the most when I was scared or hurt or sad, and do you know what that sister did in last year? Do you know what Zero did?
[ no, this is so hateful!!! pOINTS MY KNIFE AT YOU
a little bit of relief flickers across his face, when four finally lets go. she starts to unleash her emotions, and he listens, brows knit together, expression shifting to something just...sad. surprised, a bit, if the round eyes say anything, but they soothe out into something achingly sympathetic and hurt in response.
because that is unfair. it's cruel, and the way she speaks resonates with him so violently that it hurts. if he hadn't had monoeye hawk, back then... ]
That's brutal. [ honestly. ] How unbelievably cruel.
I tried to plead. I tried everything. I tried to run.
[ if there was anything left in her black hole of a heart, it became lost in the last year. ]
All I wanted to do was run! I didn't want to fight her! But I couldn't just fucking roll over. Because why should I? Why should I suffer because my sister wants to go on some fucking insane killing spree?
[ some laughter bubbles up, insane little giggles. ]
[ you know how sometimes you're like man my character would have something incredibly profound and important to say here but then you try to come up with that is and your brain's like that's rough, buddy. that's been me looking at this tag.
however lu bixing is not me, so. he lets her keep going - it actually sounds like maybe desperately she needs to get this off of her chest, particularly when the giggles start, and though he watches her quietly, there's no judgement or anything on his face. that same sadness, genuine, stays, and it takes a while for him to speak up again, waiting to make sure she's finished. ]
You shouldn't. [ he echoes, calm and quiet. that much is true. ] And then, to wake up here...
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because as horrible as four is, as much as she hates and curses the world, as much as she wants the entire world to end, for everything to be silent so she can't hear all the terrible thoughts in her mind, about how worthless she is, about how worthless everything is, she always has one fragile hope for someone to think the world is as unfair to her as she thinks it is.
she cracks, a little. ]
I hate my parents. My sisters and I took care each other, and my oldest sister.... she was the one who took care of me the most. She was the one I remember who comforted me the most when I was scared or hurt or sad, and do you know what that sister did in last year? Do you know what Zero did?
Do you know how I died?
My dear sister Zero who I idolized murdered me!
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a little bit of relief flickers across his face, when four finally lets go. she starts to unleash her emotions, and he listens, brows knit together, expression shifting to something just...sad. surprised, a bit, if the round eyes say anything, but they soothe out into something achingly sympathetic and hurt in response.
because that is unfair. it's cruel, and the way she speaks resonates with him so violently that it hurts. if he hadn't had monoeye hawk, back then... ]
That's brutal. [ honestly. ] How unbelievably cruel.
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[ if there was anything left in her black hole of a heart, it became lost in the last year. ]
All I wanted to do was run! I didn't want to fight her! But I couldn't just fucking roll over. Because why should I? Why should I suffer because my sister wants to go on some fucking insane killing spree?
[ some laughter bubbles up, insane little giggles. ]
I shouldn't. I shouldn't!
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however lu bixing is not me, so. he lets her keep going - it actually sounds like maybe desperately she needs to get this off of her chest, particularly when the giggles start, and though he watches her quietly, there's no judgement or anything on his face. that same sadness, genuine, stays, and it takes a while for him to speak up again, waiting to make sure she's finished. ]
You shouldn't. [ he echoes, calm and quiet. that much is true. ] And then, to wake up here...
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I wasn't surprised.
[ she shrugs. ]
What's the point?