( Yeah, he gets how that feels. He really gets how that feels. He wanted—wants—will always want, he thinks—it, too. No matter what, more than anything. But he's something incompatible with that love, in a way the people around Yuu-chan weren't.
They aren't worthy of Yuu's love, but Yuu loves them, and they can accept it, and they love him, in turn. It was a clean exchange. Mika couldn't do that.
He doesn't answer the question, first. )
... I hope he changes his mind. ( If Ginger feels so truly his happiness hinges on Rum's acceptance of him, and not his acceptance of himself, then... ) You seem fine to me, talking to you. But... that's me.
( He's just some guy, compared to Rum. He knows how it is, when there's one person whose feelings you care about above all. And he's more like Ginger than Rum, here— monster to monster, so to speak. His opinion doesn't matter as much. Maybe if he were Yuu-chan, his words would have a little more weight; Yuu was always really good at giving people hope. Mika makes good on his (faux) promise: he's just someone to stew with.
He lapses into a sort of silence after that, his gaze falling to the floor, and it becomes a little more apparent he isn't sure how to answer the actual question Ginger asked. Or maybe— it's that he knows the answer, he'd seen it so clearly in his final moments, but it's too sharp in his throat, like a box cutter on his tongue. )
... It's both.
( All that trouble for just that. But the truth is simple. )
I've deserved all the bad things that have happened to me.
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They aren't worthy of Yuu's love, but Yuu loves them, and they can accept it, and they love him, in turn. It was a clean exchange. Mika couldn't do that.
He doesn't answer the question, first. )
... I hope he changes his mind. ( If Ginger feels so truly his happiness hinges on Rum's acceptance of him, and not his acceptance of himself, then... ) You seem fine to me, talking to you. But... that's me.
( He's just some guy, compared to Rum. He knows how it is, when there's one person whose feelings you care about above all. And he's more like Ginger than Rum, here— monster to monster, so to speak. His opinion doesn't matter as much. Maybe if he were Yuu-chan, his words would have a little more weight; Yuu was always really good at giving people hope. Mika makes good on his (faux) promise: he's just someone to stew with.
He lapses into a sort of silence after that, his gaze falling to the floor, and it becomes a little more apparent he isn't sure how to answer the actual question Ginger asked. Or maybe— it's that he knows the answer, he'd seen it so clearly in his final moments, but it's too sharp in his throat, like a box cutter on his tongue. )
... It's both.
( All that trouble for just that. But the truth is simple. )
I've deserved all the bad things that have happened to me.
( A needless exhale, soft. )
... Does God punish people, where you're from?