Nobody understood. Only Ritsu, the real one, and Seimei. And that was why they still had control, even now. Soubi was gripped by fear and love. With Ritsuka...there was only love. And love made room for mistakes, disobedience and jealousy. And failure to punish stopped the world from turning. How could he be forgiven if he had not paid his penance?
"It's just the way things work."
Perhaps never sleeping wasn't so bad either. "You play the sitar?" he asked, curiosity sparked. He'd met a writer this morning, he hiself was a painter and now there was the musician. The full trinity of that arts. You know...the worthier ones. Above dance and dramatics. The core arts. The primary colours in the great painting that was beauty and whatnot.
"You were lonely?" he asked. He already knew the answer, but still. Perhaps Soubi hadn't been as lonely as he'd assumed. He'd at least had his teacher. And then a master. A friend. Ristuka. "I think I'm sorry that you were lonely, but I'm not myself this evening," he continued, drowsily.
Re: M76 [Demyx]
"It's just the way things work."
Perhaps never sleeping wasn't so bad either. "You play the sitar?" he asked, curiosity sparked. He'd met a writer this morning, he hiself was a painter and now there was the musician. The full trinity of that arts. You know...the worthier ones. Above dance and dramatics. The core arts. The primary colours in the great painting that was beauty and whatnot.
"You were lonely?" he asked. He already knew the answer, but still. Perhaps Soubi hadn't been as lonely as he'd assumed. He'd at least had his teacher. And then a master. A friend. Ristuka. "I think I'm sorry that you were lonely, but I'm not myself this evening," he continued, drowsily.