Nah, not alone. Alone's always just meant empty to me.
（ at least, not always. ）
A lot of people over a lot of years have put their hands in the dirt and done the work to make me better. I told you — sum of everyone you love, right? I might not remember names or faces, but sometimes I'll say something and it's like hearing an echo. Someone told me that once. Someone cared enough to tell me that once.
（ he remembers a woman with long black hair that smelled like something wild and fey, and how her arms felt around him. he remembers a man with a kindly smile, and how every room he ever stepped into seemed brighter. he's had lovers, husbands, wives, he's raised children and called them his own, he's built friendships that could have burnt the earth to ash, and even if he finds nothing when he reaches for those people, he knows that somehow, some way, they had a hand in who he is. he plays music because of takëthal and the old stringed instrument he kept tucked away under his modest bed. he stargazes because of kaiaxia, and if he closes his eyes he can still see the lift of their arm as they pointed out stars and constellations and gave them names in a language that's a whisper in his mind. he picked up smoking because of james, and holds his cigarettes just the same. he has loved, and loved, and loved again, and he never gets tired of it, and never regrets it. the pain of loss is so small, alongside love. ）
You'll have time. （ it's said with that same soft certainty that he told sasuke, once upon a time, that he wouldn't become like those statues enshrined in horrifying eternity. ） And I'll help, long as I can.
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（ at least, not always. ）
A lot of people over a lot of years have put their hands in the dirt and done the work to make me better. I told you — sum of everyone you love, right? I might not remember names or faces, but sometimes I'll say something and it's like hearing an echo. Someone told me that once. Someone cared enough to tell me that once.
（ he remembers a woman with long black hair that smelled like something wild and fey, and how her arms felt around him. he remembers a man with a kindly smile, and how every room he ever stepped into seemed brighter. he's had lovers, husbands, wives, he's raised children and called them his own, he's built friendships that could have burnt the earth to ash, and even if he finds nothing when he reaches for those people, he knows that somehow, some way, they had a hand in who he is. he plays music because of takëthal and the old stringed instrument he kept tucked away under his modest bed. he stargazes because of kaiaxia, and if he closes his eyes he can still see the lift of their arm as they pointed out stars and constellations and gave them names in a language that's a whisper in his mind. he picked up smoking because of james, and holds his cigarettes just the same. he has loved, and loved, and loved again, and he never gets tired of it, and never regrets it. the pain of loss is so small, alongside love. ）
You'll have time. （ it's said with that same soft certainty that he told sasuke, once upon a time, that he wouldn't become like those statues enshrined in horrifying eternity. ） And I'll help, long as I can.