[ Hikage spits out the words like bile. Twelve years sounds like a pathetically short amount of time to him - how can it compare to a century of isolation, knowing he's already dead, knowing he has no past and no future, either? He hadn't even been allowed to pass on. ]
It's nothing like that. Hikage isn't real. None of this has been real. [ and he doesn't know what he's saying, but he's so incensed that the words come out anyway. ] You think you're helping him, but you're only hurting me.
[ that stoic and blunt man, acting cool to hide his own timidity and tender heart - he's not real, it's all a lie, he's been acting this entire time, he's sure of it ]
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[ Hikage spits out the words like bile. Twelve years sounds like a pathetically short amount of time to him - how can it compare to a century of isolation, knowing he's already dead, knowing he has no past and no future, either? He hadn't even been allowed to pass on. ]
It's nothing like that. Hikage isn't real. None of this has been real. [ and he doesn't know what he's saying, but he's so incensed that the words come out anyway. ] You think you're helping him, but you're only hurting me.
[ that stoic and blunt man, acting cool to hide his own timidity and tender heart - he's not real, it's all a lie, he's been acting this entire time, he's sure of it ]