[ this is very light - teasing, a moment of heaviness out of this awful, reflective room of memories, but the sentiment behind it is just as clear. ]
The good parts, the bad parts. They still make you 'you', don't they? [ they still make human, but, well. he's not about to say that!
either way: taair's initial impression of fidelio was one of bravery, and it's one he has yet to lose. he can tell him the terrible, ugly things, and it won't make much of a difference. it adds to a fuller picture, a realistic picture, but what he'll remember is the incredibly fussy paripus who looked after him when he returned from his terrible adventure, and the elder brother who threw himself in front of someone he once idealized to protect two children. ] No story is flawless, and if it is, there's something wrong with the perspective.
[ he reaches over to cover the hand on his arm briefly, and gives it a squeeze. ]
But...the person I have met, I happen to like very much - both before learning more of his story, and after. I don't imagine much will change that. Good, bad, ugly - whatever it is, I'll be happy to learn it either way.
[ and then, with a little laugh, he sets his fists on his own hips and regards the mirrors. ]
Now! I think we ought to get out of this terrible maze of mirrors, what do you think? Even I can only take so much repetition of the past before I want to start thinking of the future - or at least the light.
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[ this is very light - teasing, a moment of heaviness out of this awful, reflective room of memories, but the sentiment behind it is just as clear. ]
The good parts, the bad parts. They still make you 'you', don't they? [ they still make human, but, well. he's not about to say that!
either way: taair's initial impression of fidelio was one of bravery, and it's one he has yet to lose. he can tell him the terrible, ugly things, and it won't make much of a difference. it adds to a fuller picture, a realistic picture, but what he'll remember is the incredibly fussy paripus who looked after him when he returned from his terrible adventure, and the elder brother who threw himself in front of someone he once idealized to protect two children. ] No story is flawless, and if it is, there's something wrong with the perspective.
[ he reaches over to cover the hand on his arm briefly, and gives it a squeeze. ]
But...the person I have met, I happen to like very much - both before learning more of his story, and after. I don't imagine much will change that. Good, bad, ugly - whatever it is, I'll be happy to learn it either way.
[ and then, with a little laugh, he sets his fists on his own hips and regards the mirrors. ]
Now! I think we ought to get out of this terrible maze of mirrors, what do you think? Even I can only take so much repetition of the past before I want to start thinking of the future - or at least the light.