[He listens again, with the same surprising silence, only to find himself a little less forcibly apathetic and dismissive than before.
The complete distancing from the context of his actions bothers him ever so slightly, if not from a empathetic point of for. From his own experience, and thinking on the memories he's accumulated here, he has to grudgingly admit to himself that everything Yao made him do had a basis already existing inside of him. From the cold, uncomfortable tones in this guy's voice- even if they're masked by his usual stiffness- and the hard swallow, he can guess that it was the same case for him as well. Old wounds are still able to have salt rubbed in them, no matter if they've scarred over.
And long-winded speeches never were his favorite thing to listen to, anyway. Was this guy 17 years old, or some kind of college professor?]
...Geeze, you said all that and you still don't got me convinced it ain't a sore button. Whatever. Go ahead and dance around it with the "it was all Yao and my shitty self control and not nothing I care about anymore" thing if ya want. I don't care. [sure.] I'm not scared that you're gonna attack me.
[...anymore. That word is conspicuously missing.
Still, Kakyoin's diversion has worked for the moment. It inspires a knee-jerk reaction and a slight bare to Arakita's teeth, even if it's unseen. Everyone has sore spots, it seems.]
Shut up. I'm not gonna grovel for protection at some guy's feet like a fucking coward.
[He reels himself in from that snap statement with an attempt at a dismissive click of his tongue.]
voice.
The complete distancing from the context of his actions bothers him ever so slightly, if not from a empathetic point of for. From his own experience, and thinking on the memories he's accumulated here, he has to grudgingly admit to himself that everything Yao made him do had a basis already existing inside of him. From the cold, uncomfortable tones in this guy's voice- even if they're masked by his usual stiffness- and the hard swallow, he can guess that it was the same case for him as well. Old wounds are still able to have salt rubbed in them, no matter if they've scarred over.
And long-winded speeches never were his favorite thing to listen to, anyway. Was this guy 17 years old, or some kind of college professor?]
...Geeze, you said all that and you still don't got me convinced it ain't a sore button. Whatever. Go ahead and dance around it with the "it was all Yao and my shitty self control and not nothing I care about anymore" thing if ya want. I don't care. [sure.] I'm not scared that you're gonna attack me.
[...anymore. That word is conspicuously missing.
Still, Kakyoin's diversion has worked for the moment. It inspires a knee-jerk reaction and a slight bare to Arakita's teeth, even if it's unseen. Everyone has sore spots, it seems.]
Shut up. I'm not gonna grovel for protection at some guy's feet like a fucking coward.
[He reels himself in from that snap statement with an attempt at a dismissive click of his tongue.]
Why do you care, anyway?