[ Jing Yuan had a feeling that Shinjiro had his own loved ones; his personality, no matter how abrasive it was contained hints of deep care that exhibited itself in little ways time and time again.
In a way that makes it ever the more difficult to watch the scene play out before his very eyes, to see the other people spill out in their movements, desiring to try to reach the young man in time. Only to just watch, knowing—feeling—that it was far, far too late.
Perhaps they would have moved on indeed. But only because it is the only choice.
Maybe that is why it is so hurtful, the way Shinjiro tries to reassure them all, just like that. As if nothing will be wrong anymore.
So that's why, he thinks...
The pain would have remained, with a mixture of profound bittersweetness.
For once, Jing Yuan closes his eyes briefly as Shinjiro answers, after seeing the certain fondness evident in his eyes towards the other young man with white hair, and hearing those other words too.
He doesn't think the same. He doesn't think this is how it should have been. ]
...But, it did bother them.
[ Jing Yuan opens his eyes, looking at the various expressions of sorrow, of loss; of mourning clear on their face as Shinjiro bleeds out right in front of them. It is with this that the pain somehow feels like it sits heavier in his chest.
He wonders, briefly, how the one named Aki, that Shinjiro cared ever-so-fondly-for would have ever come to gripes with the loss. ]
And right now, you seeing this at all...it hurts you. Bothers you too, does it not?
[ Shinjiro's expressions have been clear from beginning to end of this. For all of his gruffness, his pain is not something that could have ever been shielded due to his reactions. Because of how deeply it affected him...and for good reason.
This young fellow was watching his own death — and this time, so was someone else who had never been there in the first place. ]
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In a way that makes it ever the more difficult to watch the scene play out before his very eyes, to see the other people spill out in their movements, desiring to try to reach the young man in time. Only to just watch, knowing—feeling—that it was far, far too late.
Perhaps they would have moved on indeed. But only because it is the only choice.
Maybe that is why it is so hurtful, the way Shinjiro tries to reassure them all, just like that. As if nothing will be wrong anymore.
So that's why, he thinks...
The pain would have remained, with a mixture of profound bittersweetness.
For once, Jing Yuan closes his eyes briefly as Shinjiro answers, after seeing the certain fondness evident in his eyes towards the other young man with white hair, and hearing those other words too.
He doesn't think the same. He doesn't think this is how it should have been. ]
...But, it did bother them.
[ Jing Yuan opens his eyes, looking at the various expressions of sorrow, of loss; of mourning clear on their face as Shinjiro bleeds out right in front of them. It is with this that the pain somehow feels like it sits heavier in his chest.
He wonders, briefly, how the one named Aki, that Shinjiro cared ever-so-fondly-for would have ever come to gripes with the loss. ]
And right now, you seeing this at all...it hurts you. Bothers you too, does it not?
[ Shinjiro's expressions have been clear from beginning to end of this. For all of his gruffness, his pain is not something that could have ever been shielded due to his reactions. Because of how deeply it affected him...and for good reason.
This young fellow was watching his own death — and this time, so was someone else who had never been there in the first place. ]