[ Gen meets Dokja's eyes without flinching, silent for a moment. Then he huffs a humorless laugh -- brief, short, barely more than a throaty exhale. ]
That's the big secret you thought you figured out? You think I'm some softie?
[ Haha. As if. His expression is cold as he speaks, voice ironed flat: ]
Nothing. I didn't abandon anything. What I left behind -- it can all burn. I'm glad it's gone.
[ It's a well-told lie. Most people might believe it -- maybe Gen even believes it himself, to an extent. But he bears the sigil he does for a reason, and a keen eye might be able to spot the way his hand's clenched to a pale-knuckled fist at his side, the way his gaze is dark with an anger too intense to match the supposed apathy of his words. When he draws another half-step closer, almost within armsreach now, there's a barely-stifled rage clear in the tension in his shoulders. ]
And unlike you, I don't need some bullshit story to cling to instead, or people to cry at. I know what I am. At least I'm not the same sort of pathetic, public embarrassment as you.
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That's the big secret you thought you figured out? You think I'm some softie?
[ Haha. As if. His expression is cold as he speaks, voice ironed flat: ]
Nothing. I didn't abandon anything. What I left behind -- it can all burn. I'm glad it's gone.
[ It's a well-told lie. Most people might believe it -- maybe Gen even believes it himself, to an extent. But he bears the sigil he does for a reason, and a keen eye might be able to spot the way his hand's clenched to a pale-knuckled fist at his side, the way his gaze is dark with an anger too intense to match the supposed apathy of his words. When he draws another half-step closer, almost within armsreach now, there's a barely-stifled rage clear in the tension in his shoulders. ]
And unlike you, I don't need some bullshit story to cling to instead, or people to cry at. I know what I am. At least I'm not the same sort of pathetic, public embarrassment as you.