[The silence Kim falls into hangs heavier than those before it. How much easier would his life be if he'd taken even a fraction of the bribes he's been offered on duty? How much more quickly could he have escaped the Juvenile Crime Unit by licking corrupt captain's boots and pushing for neglected and homeless child junkies to rot in prison?
How many more people would accept him as a true citizen of Revachol if he'd simply capitulated to the jeers of yellow man, and been a cheerful, crooked toothed little Seolite servant to the cocaine addled corpse of the suzerain?
All of that-- that's what really didn't matter. Kim did live in spite of them all, but as unapologetically himself. Deceiving people to gain the freedom he has, stepping on others to get it, would just be selfishness wearing the mask of tragic entitlement.]
Yes. Never. [Though his voice remains soft as always, his words are weighted with finality.]
cw; racism
How many more people would accept him as a true citizen of Revachol if he'd simply capitulated to the jeers of yellow man, and been a cheerful, crooked toothed little Seolite servant to the cocaine addled corpse of the suzerain?
All of that-- that's what really didn't matter. Kim did live in spite of them all, but as unapologetically himself. Deceiving people to gain the freedom he has, stepping on others to get it, would just be selfishness wearing the mask of tragic entitlement.]
Yes. Never. [Though his voice remains soft as always, his words are weighted with finality.]