["The third Ix is suffering because of me, but even so, he's still struggling to move forward. Compared to that... what am I even doing...?"
What is he doing in the end? Does it even matter what he's doing when nothing will ever be enough to come anywhere near to making up for what he's been responsible for? Just how many lies is he going to keep telling himself and everyone else?]
... nothing's wrong. I'm fine. I was just... thinking, that's all.
... I'm fine.
[But the way his voice sounds clipped and tight betrays the truth. Yet another lie, because it comes as naturally to him now as breathing. Because if he tells these lies to other people enough times, then maybe he'll be able to believe them too.
He has to be able to believe them, because that's the only way he can keep moving forward.]
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What is he doing in the end? Does it even matter what he's doing when nothing will ever be enough to come anywhere near to making up for what he's been responsible for? Just how many lies is he going to keep telling himself and everyone else?]
... nothing's wrong. I'm fine. I was just... thinking, that's all.
... I'm fine.
[But the way his voice sounds clipped and tight betrays the truth. Yet another lie, because it comes as naturally to him now as breathing. Because if he tells these lies to other people enough times, then maybe he'll be able to believe them too.
He has to be able to believe them, because that's the only way he can keep moving forward.]