he turns the words over in his head in his silence, in his contemplation, and he... believes them. that's the conclusion he comes to, at the end. he believes them. there are people here who care about them, who won't let him be alone, even when he makes decisions like this that would normally earn him both accolades and insults alike back home from people who barely understood anything about him.
but there are people here, and he isn't alone. ah.
it clicks in a way that he doesn't expect, because sometimes yves loses sight of himself in all his care for others. to let others know that they are loved and cared for, and to never expect anything in return—and sometimes, it seems, missing that entirely.
to have kindness... repaid? ]
... I...
[ and for once, he's without words. no defense, no argument, no deflection. ]
no subject
he turns the words over in his head in his silence, in his contemplation, and he... believes them. that's the conclusion he comes to, at the end. he believes them. there are people here who care about them, who won't let him be alone, even when he makes decisions like this that would normally earn him both accolades and insults alike back home from people who barely understood anything about him.
but there are people here, and he isn't alone. ah.
it clicks in a way that he doesn't expect, because sometimes yves loses sight of himself in all his care for others. to let others know that they are loved and cared for, and to never expect anything in return—and sometimes, it seems, missing that entirely.
to have kindness... repaid? ]
... I...
[ and for once, he's without words. no defense, no argument, no deflection. ]
... I must've forgotten. I'm sorry.