historicals | pc catchall | turboheaven

I didn't think you were.

[ this seems like it would have gone a lot differently if he was, actually. ]

In fact... that is almost how I know for sure that you are in your own mind - because you received this burden and felt as though you must be the one to perform the action. These two beliefs are in tandem, my friend - that you do not love yourself, and that you chose to take the action.

It scares me, sometimes. [ empathy reflects in his emotions - an ache of something longing, a sadness, an understanding. a vulnerable, fluttering baby bird in his ribcage of fear for a friend. ] The way that you treat yourself. I think I am not the only one.

[ scary? an ugly chord gets struck within yves in that moment, something understanding but also fearful. he doesn't want to scare people. that's part of what happened today—to know that koharu screamed when he took action and that laurence felt revulsion. feelings that yves couldn't help in any way after or soothe with his usual hugs and affection.

because sometimes this is what he does, because he feels like he has to. ]

... it's what I know, now. [ tentatively, because taair has seen yves' memories. he's seen the way that he lost everyone he could count on one by one until the only person left to play the heavy role of tragic hero was him. ]

If something gets handed to me... I complete it. Even if it hurts... because I don't want anyone else to.

[ maybe - maybe he's finally starting to get through? just a little. he shifts a little in his seat, and covers yves' hand gently with his own. ]

I know it is. [ empathy, again - it aches in those two words, all concern and care. ] But, that has its repercussions, does it not? That devastates you. And - though you will shield those who care for you from committing a grave act, instead we are hurt to see how badly completing that act hurt you. You can say that it is not a comparative pain, but... for someone like me, and for many of us, it is. The people I have come to call my friends are precious to me beyond compare, and as badly as it hurts you to see us suffer, it hurts me to watch the same for you.

I hope... perhaps you will believe it especially, because it is coming from me. [ there's this tiny pulse of his emotions, a thread that has been faint, just barely there but never gone at every moment of this week. it's more visible, now. loneliness, bird-bone-hollowness. ]

But you are not alone any longer, Yves. You do not have to be. You do not have to bear the brunt and the weight by yourself, when there are so, so many hands here that will carry it side by side with you. We can share the load. We can share the grief. Perhaps not in the killing blow, but in the knowledge of what had to come, and in the discussion of its weight and heft, and in the long moments before and after.

[ you are not alone any longer.

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.

[ success! ah, taair's emotions ripple with relief, and then a wave of warmth and understanding, all at once - even without emotionshare, it would be obvious as a smile blooms on his face, affectionate and loving and understanding all at once, lights up his entire expression.

he reaches over to take yves hands more firmly in his own, and gives them a squeeze. ]

That's alright. That is what best friends are for, is it not? [ soft and warm. and how precious of relationship, how precious of a friendship, how precious of a moment, to be able to support someone you care for so dearly, to be able to even have such friendships like these. ] To remind each other, but to support each other, too.

You often remind me when I feel I have lost my way, Yves, and your words have been a candle in the darkness to me when I needed them often. It is a blessing and an honor alike to be a tether, so that we might be able to weather through the roughest of storms side by side.

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