The joke does its job--Childe smiles briefly, though it fades again as Lavi talks.
I think I'll always be angry, Lavi says. It's not something Childe can relate to himself--he simply isn't that sort of person. It's not that he's incapable of the rage that Lavi and Scaramouche seem to feel, it's just... there is so little that draws it out in him. But then again, if he thinks of the last time he'd been truly angry--wasn't that rooted in hurt? In betrayal, over being lied to?
(Yes, but it was more complicated than that--but Lavi doesn't need to hear about Childe's bad decisions right now.)
I think you've earned the right to be a little self-centered, he'd told Lavi weeks ago. He still feels that way now.
He tips his head back, looking up at the slowly darkening sky.]
I think it's fine to be angry. I don't know him, but if it were me, I'd expect you to be. [He does--well. Did expect it. Isn't sure if he's grateful or not, that he died away from home before Teucer learned the truth.] A well-intentioned lie is still a lie. Even if you understand it, you don't have to be grateful. Especially if you died for it--you had the right to know. [...] It doesn't mean you don't still care about each other.
[He's too controlled to let any wistfulness slip into his voice--too resigned to the worst-case scenario, one he's run through a thousand times in his head since the first time he lied to Teucer. But maybe he's a little quieter; maybe there's a little more distance to his gaze.]
But if you know them now, then you can make your own choices, can't you? You can do what you want.
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The joke does its job--Childe smiles briefly, though it fades again as Lavi talks.
I think I'll always be angry, Lavi says. It's not something Childe can relate to himself--he simply isn't that sort of person. It's not that he's incapable of the rage that Lavi and Scaramouche seem to feel, it's just... there is so little that draws it out in him. But then again, if he thinks of the last time he'd been truly angry--wasn't that rooted in hurt? In betrayal, over being lied to?
(Yes, but it was more complicated than that--but Lavi doesn't need to hear about Childe's bad decisions right now.)
I think you've earned the right to be a little self-centered, he'd told Lavi weeks ago. He still feels that way now.
He tips his head back, looking up at the slowly darkening sky.]
I think it's fine to be angry. I don't know him, but if it were me, I'd expect you to be. [He does--well. Did expect it. Isn't sure if he's grateful or not, that he died away from home before Teucer learned the truth.] A well-intentioned lie is still a lie. Even if you understand it, you don't have to be grateful. Especially if you died for it--you had the right to know. [...] It doesn't mean you don't still care about each other.
[He's too controlled to let any wistfulness slip into his voice--too resigned to the worst-case scenario, one he's run through a thousand times in his head since the first time he lied to Teucer. But maybe he's a little quieter; maybe there's a little more distance to his gaze.]
But if you know them now, then you can make your own choices, can't you? You can do what you want.