[Another sentiment eases in to replace the griefβslow, insidious, a poison cloud hovering over all thoughts. Sasuke realizes, too late, that he has ripped a handful of grass out of the earth. Bloodless fingers uncurl, letting the blades flutter loose. The emotion does not completely overtake him, but there is still a suggestion of it, beating hot in his body like a second pulse. An almost frightening intensity because he's felt this way before and he recalls vividly what he did on behalf of it.
Emboldened by the brief touch to his knee, he seeks Cy's hand with his own. Wrapping around it, grasping. He cannot tell if it is more for himself or for Cy now.
Iantha. A name he will hold beneath a knife.]
... I'm glad you told me.
[Even in its bleakness, even faced with the knowledge that Cyram would never willingly choose to sacrifice a world for himselfβnot in his kindnessβtherefore dooming him to this eternal state of suffering... Sasuke does not regret hearing any of it.]
Your mind. When it rewrites itself, are those past memories gone completely? Or are they simply lost and inaccessible to you? Do you know?
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Date: 2024-01-19 05:30 pm (UTC)Emboldened by the brief touch to his knee, he seeks Cy's hand with his own. Wrapping around it, grasping. He cannot tell if it is more for himself or for Cy now.
Iantha. A name he will hold beneath a knife.]
... I'm glad you told me.
[Even in its bleakness, even faced with the knowledge that Cyram would never willingly choose to sacrifice a world for himselfβnot in his kindnessβtherefore dooming him to this eternal state of suffering... Sasuke does not regret hearing any of it.]
Your mind. When it rewrites itself, are those past memories gone completely? Or are they simply lost and inaccessible to you? Do you know?