This doesn't feel like a hypothetical argument anymore, but fight based on some truths he hasn't been told - no, a fight based on truths he hasn't been allowed to know. He walks around like an open book now with his sorrow and guilt. There's nowhere for him to hide here, even if he wanted to. He wears his values on his sleeves, stitched into his skin from life experiences that left him visibly scarred.
His hope and optimism was born out of being callous to the point of harmful. He's admitted that openly to him. He was a frail, sick man that made a lot of mistakes that lead to the deaths of a lot of good people. It hangs on him, and he can't hide it.
He can't hide, but Raju can and has. It's just a lot less obvious now that he bursts into literal flames every time his emotions become too heighted, like they are right at this very moment. Whatever argument he wants to bite back dies on his lips as he catches the tendrils of smoke rising off of Raju's chest. He stumbles away distractedly and Crozier stands still, struck dumb by how quickly everything had escalated and how intense it had become between them.
Raju leaves and Crozier stares after him, looking at the empty doorway with his breath still rising and falling quickly in his chest. That adrenaline still remains, but it's taken on a more frightened and concerned edge. He hurries forward to follow, lingering in the threshold as he searches for Raju in the snow.
It should have never been like that. They weren't listening to each other, but rather talking at one another in an increasingly disrespectful tone that frankly will confound Crozier later when he tries to recollect why they'd been so angry to begin with. They're friends, they care for one another - when did they start viewing the other as the enemy?
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This doesn't feel like a hypothetical argument anymore, but fight based on some truths he hasn't been told - no, a fight based on truths he hasn't been allowed to know. He walks around like an open book now with his sorrow and guilt. There's nowhere for him to hide here, even if he wanted to. He wears his values on his sleeves, stitched into his skin from life experiences that left him visibly scarred.
His hope and optimism was born out of being callous to the point of harmful. He's admitted that openly to him. He was a frail, sick man that made a lot of mistakes that lead to the deaths of a lot of good people. It hangs on him, and he can't hide it.
He can't hide, but Raju can and has. It's just a lot less obvious now that he bursts into literal flames every time his emotions become too heighted, like they are right at this very moment. Whatever argument he wants to bite back dies on his lips as he catches the tendrils of smoke rising off of Raju's chest. He stumbles away distractedly and Crozier stands still, struck dumb by how quickly everything had escalated and how intense it had become between them.
Raju leaves and Crozier stares after him, looking at the empty doorway with his breath still rising and falling quickly in his chest. That adrenaline still remains, but it's taken on a more frightened and concerned edge. He hurries forward to follow, lingering in the threshold as he searches for Raju in the snow.
It should have never been like that. They weren't listening to each other, but rather talking at one another in an increasingly disrespectful tone that frankly will confound Crozier later when he tries to recollect why they'd been so angry to begin with. They're friends, they care for one another - when did they start viewing the other as the enemy?