[ something about the wording strikes a chord in Sasuke, reminds him of Itachi leaving him alive as a boy. he'd learned, in the end, why he did it, but he hadn't known there had been a shred of affection in his brother's heart until it was too late. until, for all intents and purposes, it almost didn't matter anymore. his brow comes down, watching Saralegui not necessarily through a new light, but definitely with a different degree of understanding.
it's not alright just because you decided it's better this way.
there are things about this young king that he doesn't know, because they never spoke about it. but there are secrets shared through a weapon-meister connection, feelings you can't exactly hide.
he feels out of his depth sometimes, when he talks to Sara.
he wishes Kurapika were here.
the thought makes his hand tighten on his katana. he swallows and his chin drops just a fraction. ]
It's never been about guilt, you idiot.
[ because abrasiveness is far easier than what he knows he needs to say, but even though the words are harsh, they don't quite make it so far as to be really mean. ]
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it's not alright just because you decided it's better this way.
there are things about this young king that he doesn't know, because they never spoke about it. but there are secrets shared through a weapon-meister connection, feelings you can't exactly hide.
he feels out of his depth sometimes, when he talks to Sara.
he wishes Kurapika were here.
the thought makes his hand tighten on his katana. he swallows and his chin drops just a fraction. ]
It's never been about guilt, you idiot.
[ because abrasiveness is far easier than what he knows he needs to say, but even though the words are harsh, they don't quite make it so far as to be really mean. ]