It's strange. Kazari is warm now and full and golden and yet--different and all the same, and he feels like home. Real home. I mean--my folks are. Okay. They don't understand the missing-ness. They don't understand... me. I can't see them like I see him, lithe and nimble and smart.
Watching him, I take it all in, silent as I always was, absorbing. I draw in more slow breaths.
"Are you talking about me?" I ask, immediately. That... doesn't change. That's something I'm always going to be concerned about. Whether I like it or not, I'm part of me. Maybe a reflection. Maybe a what if. A fractured identity.
"Or the rest?" The disappointment is clear in my face--my voice low, losing the waver. I will have to deal with the rest. But... I hope that, at least, Kazari can be somewhat at my side for that.
I really don't want trouble. I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to be, like the rest. I want a chance.
[Just don't tell me they're actually chicken :x]
Watching him, I take it all in, silent as I always was, absorbing. I draw in more slow breaths.
"Are you talking about me?" I ask, immediately. That... doesn't change. That's something I'm always going to be concerned about. Whether I like it or not, I'm part of me. Maybe a reflection. Maybe a what if. A fractured identity.
"Or the rest?" The disappointment is clear in my face--my voice low, losing the waver. I will have to deal with the rest. But... I hope that, at least, Kazari can be somewhat at my side for that.
I really don't want trouble. I don't want to hurt anyone. I want to be, like the rest. I want a chance.