The pain that he hadn’t realized had been so close to the surface spills over as Rama brings their foreheads together. He grimaces, swallowing a soft keening noise that threatens to escape his throat, tears making his sight blur. He closes them - problem solved.
“Is it a weakness?” he whispers. Rama doesn’t understand, and he can’t blame him. If he wasn’t him, if he didn’t have all those memories and that heavy sense of failure, would he sounds like an absolute madman?
“I don’t….you don’t want to be like me.” There’s nothing here to admire or want to imitate. There’s no part of him, pathetic and stuck in the past as he is, that should be respected.
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The pain that he hadn’t realized had been so close to the surface spills over as Rama brings their foreheads together. He grimaces, swallowing a soft keening noise that threatens to escape his throat, tears making his sight blur. He closes them - problem solved.
“Is it a weakness?” he whispers. Rama doesn’t understand, and he can’t blame him. If he wasn’t him, if he didn’t have all those memories and that heavy sense of failure, would he sounds like an absolute madman?
“I don’t….you don’t want to be like me.” There’s nothing here to admire or want to imitate. There’s no part of him, pathetic and stuck in the past as he is, that should be respected.