"I'm fine," he repeated, shaking his head. As much as he couldn't comprehend the boy's worry, there was still no need for it; it was only a fleshwound. He'd live through the pain and exhaustion, and he could handle it just fine by himself. As it were, it was better he remember his mistakes, whether they was painful or not. He'd be hard pressed to make it again.
He wanted to believe that. That the next time the asylum dangled that rope in front of him that he wouldn't run for it again and waste his valuable time. He had be more intelligent than that.
He rose an eyebrow at Sora's comment, tucking away the self-berating for a time it may have actually mattered. His fingers went to tap at the table's surface as he spoke, voice just barely striking that authoritative tone he could have made so easily the day before. "You're going to make yourself sick," he scolded. Not that it mattered to him. It wasn't his job to watch after Sora. But... "There's too much sugar in that," said with a small nod to the french toast on the others tray, "and who knows what else they put in there. If you do eat it, I suggest not to eat all of it."
He wasn't sure why he was telling Sora that. Any justifications he could consider at the moment were all unacceptable ones and an unacceptable justification was... unacceptable.
The next sentence out of the boy's mouth only made the man frown harder. The hand that had been tapping stilled all movement before he slid it off the table, then folded his arms over his chest. The wounds on his shoulders burned with the gesture. "Someone has to."
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He wanted to believe that. That the next time the asylum dangled that rope in front of him that he wouldn't run for it again and waste his valuable time. He had be more intelligent than that.
He rose an eyebrow at Sora's comment, tucking away the self-berating for a time it may have actually mattered. His fingers went to tap at the table's surface as he spoke, voice just barely striking that authoritative tone he could have made so easily the day before. "You're going to make yourself sick," he scolded. Not that it mattered to him. It wasn't his job to watch after Sora. But... "There's too much sugar in that," said with a small nod to the french toast on the others tray, "and who knows what else they put in there. If you do eat it, I suggest not to eat all of it."
He wasn't sure why he was telling Sora that. Any justifications he could consider at the moment were all unacceptable ones and an unacceptable justification was... unacceptable.
The next sentence out of the boy's mouth only made the man frown harder. The hand that had been tapping stilled all movement before he slid it off the table, then folded his arms over his chest. The wounds on his shoulders burned with the gesture. "Someone has to."