[ Continuing on... He doesn't show it outwardly, not really, aside from another flicker of unreadable emotion. But something about Fai's words digs deep into the layers and layers of resentment.
(and maybe all of that resentment was always there, directed inward and waiting to consume him completely)
It would be painful if he were to lose anyone he loves, but Gentaro has always been a man of action despite appearances. He would find a way to continue on. He isn't sure how to feel about those four last words, because Gentaro is so deep in his lie that he doesn't know if he remembers how to simply be.
He exhales, the bittersweetness of what Fai says squeezing around his heart. He exhales, and the ghoul loosens its grip on him. It didn't take a huge confrontation, really, for the thing to leave, but when it comes down to it, Gentaro is someone who feels deeply, who values the words of people he's fond of. He wonders when that changed--that he should become fond of someone so quickly, but he truly has learned a thing or two from Dice and Ramuda.
The ghoul glares at Gentaro, hateful and caustic. It could try again, but maybe it doesn't think Gentaro's worth another try. With one more scathing look, it leaves.
His shoulders drop somewhat, weariness and relief all jumbled up together in such a way that the only thing he can think to say right away is-- ]
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(and maybe all of that resentment was always there, directed inward and waiting to consume him completely)
It would be painful if he were to lose anyone he loves, but Gentaro has always been a man of action despite appearances. He would find a way to continue on. He isn't sure how to feel about those four last words, because Gentaro is so deep in his lie that he doesn't know if he remembers how to simply be.
He exhales, the bittersweetness of what Fai says squeezing around his heart. He exhales, and the ghoul loosens its grip on him. It didn't take a huge confrontation, really, for the thing to leave, but when it comes down to it, Gentaro is someone who feels deeply, who values the words of people he's fond of. He wonders when that changed--that he should become fond of someone so quickly, but he truly has learned a thing or two from Dice and Ramuda.
The ghoul glares at Gentaro, hateful and caustic. It could try again, but maybe it doesn't think Gentaro's worth another try. With one more scathing look, it leaves.
His shoulders drop somewhat, weariness and relief all jumbled up together in such a way that the only thing he can think to say right away is-- ]
... How exhausting.