[ Words said in such a deadpan voice, it borders on non-believing, which in his circumstance would be understandable. Considering that he'd been told that everything he knows is a lie and told the truth of, he's just not sure what to believe because what he knows is the truth for him despite everything. Despite facing his truth before suddenly appearing here.
That feeling of being lost, standing alone in the darkness, he always didn't like it.
But standing here in front of someone who looks like him, sounds like him, and yet so different than him certainly seems like a dream. Because he doesn't know if he's ever looked like this person does, brighter and light, as if he didn't have the weight that he carries on his own shoulders. The weight of being the one to cease to exist for someone else. It's not exactly a sacrifice if it's done with reluctance, is it.
His stance remains tense as he gauges what the other has said, rain still coming down harshly with the occasional howl of wind to accompany it. He can't just trust what someone else says now, especially not someone who looks like him, could possibly be him in some kind of form. But what else is there to believe now? ]
Then tell me, how can I just take what you say to be true?
[ Just give him one reason, one solid reason that will tell him that this isn't some crazy plot to get him ready for what should have already happened. ]
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[ Words said in such a deadpan voice, it borders on non-believing, which in his circumstance would be understandable. Considering that he'd been told that everything he knows is a lie and told the truth of, he's just not sure what to believe because what he knows is the truth for him despite everything. Despite facing his truth before suddenly appearing here.
That feeling of being lost, standing alone in the darkness, he always didn't like it.
But standing here in front of someone who looks like him, sounds like him, and yet so different than him certainly seems like a dream. Because he doesn't know if he's ever looked like this person does, brighter and light, as if he didn't have the weight that he carries on his own shoulders. The weight of being the one to cease to exist for someone else. It's not exactly a sacrifice if it's done with reluctance, is it.
His stance remains tense as he gauges what the other has said, rain still coming down harshly with the occasional howl of wind to accompany it. He can't just trust what someone else says now, especially not someone who looks like him, could possibly be him in some kind of form. But what else is there to believe now? ]
Then tell me, how can I just take what you say to be true?
[ Just give him one reason, one solid reason that will tell him that this isn't some crazy plot to get him ready for what should have already happened. ]