[He stops, a sudden inaction that goes further past that of body, all the way down to a thud of his heart and a sudden stillness and blankness of his mind.
No, is all he can think when he looks into her eyes. He’s suddenly reminded of something that Akira said every once in a while, that no person could ever truly know. They were all strangers, separate entities who could only understand one another cursorily. It had always distressed Keisuke to hear him talk about it like that, thinking that it didn’t have to be that way if he’d just reach back out towards another, but he had never built up the courage to say something like that.
But right now he’s thinking about it, thinking that he had no idea what Dal Dal was going through, despite all of her courage and self-assuredness. The same was true for her not knowing his own situation.
And it was difficult to just talk about it.
He can’t reply, expression falling into the furrow of concern and sorrow. No matter how she regards the wounds on her hands, she should make sure they were treated and allowed to heal. Otherwise…
He blinks, trying to trace back where her train of thought might go but coming up blank. After a moment, he decides that it’s not important.] Yes, of course. [If there was one thing that could be said about Keisuke, it was that he was earnest—he was only silent when he didn’t have the courage to speak up.] I wouldn’t lie to you.
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No, is all he can think when he looks into her eyes. He’s suddenly reminded of something that Akira said every once in a while, that no person could ever truly know. They were all strangers, separate entities who could only understand one another cursorily. It had always distressed Keisuke to hear him talk about it like that, thinking that it didn’t have to be that way if he’d just reach back out towards another, but he had never built up the courage to say something like that.
But right now he’s thinking about it, thinking that he had no idea what Dal Dal was going through, despite all of her courage and self-assuredness. The same was true for her not knowing his own situation.
And it was difficult to just talk about it.
He can’t reply, expression falling into the furrow of concern and sorrow. No matter how she regards the wounds on her hands, she should make sure they were treated and allowed to heal. Otherwise…
He blinks, trying to trace back where her train of thought might go but coming up blank. After a moment, he decides that it’s not important.] Yes, of course. [If there was one thing that could be said about Keisuke, it was that he was earnest—he was only silent when he didn’t have the courage to speak up.] I wouldn’t lie to you.