He bit his lip, taking a shaky breath and banishing all such thoughts from his mind. It took more effort than he would have liked. If he was Omi...
No.
He closed his eyes, trying to find a center of calm, and when he opened them again, it was more Bombay than Omi that glanced back at Kikyo, that unnatural calm and confidence in his own skills that no teenager should really be able to claim. "They should know better by now."
It was probably even odds whether he was talking about them protecting him or loving him. Because Kritiker would and had done such a thing to a child. Not that Omi would ever blame them for it. It was just who he was. He just sometimes wondered why the others couldn't see that.
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He bit his lip, taking a shaky breath and banishing all such thoughts from his mind. It took more effort than he would have liked. If he was Omi...
No.
He closed his eyes, trying to find a center of calm, and when he opened them again, it was more Bombay than Omi that glanced back at Kikyo, that unnatural calm and confidence in his own skills that no teenager should really be able to claim. "They should know better by now."
It was probably even odds whether he was talking about them protecting him or loving him. Because Kritiker would and had done such a thing to a child. Not that Omi would ever blame them for it. It was just who he was. He just sometimes wondered why the others couldn't see that.