The shadow might have felt the flick against his forehead, but any evidence remained hidden. He returned to proper posture, expression locked in amusement like he didn't even care another had rejected his words. Nigredo had knew as well as he knew the features of his own hand: it was not Senna the shadow wanted a reaction from.
They were working, too, even as nothing was expressed. Though the boy remained silent, the veins inside hardened, blood flowing like ice. He never wanted anyone to know of Yuriev's death, and yet, his own shortcomings brought at least two to the fact. Never had the wish for an end been more fervent until this instant. Maybe it should be his own head Nigredo should aim for, promise and brothers aside.
Then, Senna spoke again. And unlike Albedo, she made no careless affirmation of his actions, no acceptance of a murder without rethinking how the positives might be worse in the end. No, she was letting his business be his without condemnation, and somehow, that mattered enough. Moving against himself suddenly seemed faulty. Being hurt enough to act was more dangerous.
Instead, he took Klavier's advice to heart. He went to examine the why, in a way that betrayed his true age and intent. "Are you," Nigredo began, hesitating once as he realized the intended question was not correctly worded. His gaze flickered over the dark figure behind Senna before returning. "Do you really want to be my friend?"
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They were working, too, even as nothing was expressed. Though the boy remained silent, the veins inside hardened, blood flowing like ice. He never wanted anyone to know of Yuriev's death, and yet, his own shortcomings brought at least two to the fact. Never had the wish for an end been more fervent until this instant. Maybe it should be his own head Nigredo should aim for, promise and brothers aside.
Then, Senna spoke again. And unlike Albedo, she made no careless affirmation of his actions, no acceptance of a murder without rethinking how the positives might be worse in the end. No, she was letting his business be his without condemnation, and somehow, that mattered enough. Moving against himself suddenly seemed faulty. Being hurt enough to act was more dangerous.
Instead, he took Klavier's advice to heart. He went to examine the why, in a way that betrayed his true age and intent. "Are you," Nigredo began, hesitating once as he realized the intended question was not correctly worded. His gaze flickered over the dark figure behind Senna before returning. "Do you really want to be my friend?"