[ This time, Jing Yuan falls silent, watching and listening as each part of this continues as long as it has. Indeed, Shinjiro doesn't even have to answer, since the apparition of that accursed man answers it for him.
The pills were the cause of this condition of his.
Though, he turns his gaze back upon Shinji, who has long since turned away from all of this. Perhaps once more; perhaps once again, but he does not blame him...for a moment he even sees himself reach out, only to pause, letting it fall.
And, well, is it much of a surprise Jing Yuan doesn't blame him when this memory is so terrible to invoke likely a myriad of feelings through the other man? Many unpleasant ones; leaving nothing kind in its wake.
As Shinjiro asks the question, Do you get it now?, Jing Yuan doesn't reply.
Because what can he say to that? He's watching what happens, the little details, the expressions on the reflections' faces. Then, the shout comes.
And...what happens afterwards. Despite the loud noise, he doesn't even flinch, even as he watches that past Shinji fall to one knee. ]
I understand what you wished for. Not much else.
...But, I wonder — did you truly wish for things to end up like this scene, by this man's hands?
[ To fall at the hand of a cruel man, even if the world seemed unbearable. A man he hopes didn't make it out of this alive. The sick, metallic scent of blood is nauseating — even moreso when he knows its origin.
He has more questions, thoughts, and even multiple things to say. But, instead, he waits a little longer still, so that they all don't get swallowed up in the sounds of a memory. ]
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The pills were the cause of this condition of his.
Though, he turns his gaze back upon Shinji, who has long since turned away from all of this. Perhaps once more; perhaps once again, but he does not blame him...for a moment he even sees himself reach out, only to pause, letting it fall.
And, well, is it much of a surprise Jing Yuan doesn't blame him when this memory is so terrible to invoke likely a myriad of feelings through the other man? Many unpleasant ones; leaving nothing kind in its wake.
As Shinjiro asks the question, Do you get it now?, Jing Yuan doesn't reply.
Because what can he say to that? He's watching what happens, the little details, the expressions on the reflections' faces. Then, the shout comes.
And...what happens afterwards. Despite the loud noise, he doesn't even flinch, even as he watches that past Shinji fall to one knee. ]
I understand what you wished for. Not much else.
...But, I wonder — did you truly wish for things to end up like this scene, by this man's hands?
[ To fall at the hand of a cruel man, even if the world seemed unbearable. A man he hopes didn't make it out of this alive. The sick, metallic scent of blood is nauseating — even moreso when he knows its origin.
He has more questions, thoughts, and even multiple things to say. But, instead, he waits a little longer still, so that they all don't get swallowed up in the sounds of a memory. ]