"When that time comes, what will you choose to do? And where is your final destination?"
Childe looks up, and Lavi looks down. At his hands, his good one -- and the one pale against the scarlet of Childe's scarf. He remembers his first scarf. It had been a pale white, knotted clumsily around his neck by an older man, who scowled and harrumphed and kept him close. He tugged on that scarf as often as Lavi had pulled on his hair.]
...I want to see him again.
[...How much of his anger is love? How much should it be?
He thinks that, if it was anyone else but Childe, they'd ask him why, or scorn him for that desire. And then Lavi would have to put his mask up, and say something like 'I want to see him again to learn the truth', when in reality he just wants to see him again... to see.
'Is that stupid of me to want'? He almost asks, but he keeps the question on his tongue instead.]
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"When that time comes, what will you choose to do? And where is your final destination?"
Childe looks up, and Lavi looks down. At his hands, his good one -- and the one pale against the scarlet of Childe's scarf. He remembers his first scarf. It had been a pale white, knotted clumsily around his neck by an older man, who scowled and harrumphed and kept him close. He tugged on that scarf as often as Lavi had pulled on his hair.]
...I want to see him again.
[...How much of his anger is love? How much should it be?
He thinks that, if it was anyone else but Childe, they'd ask him why, or scorn him for that desire. And then Lavi would have to put his mask up, and say something like 'I want to see him again to learn the truth', when in reality he just wants to see him again... to see.
'Is that stupid of me to want'? He almost asks, but he keeps the question on his tongue instead.]