... We've argued enough that you can read my mind by now, huh?
[ But he sighs, and the tension leaves his shoulders. If Ryoji knows what Yato will say, then he won't repeat himself. Ryoji's understanding -- even if it's reluctant, not truly taken to heart -- will have to be enough.
It's funny. They don't speak regularly, but in the dire matters of life, death, and love, Ryoji might know more about Yato than anyone else. Yato is certainly learning more than he ever bargained for about Ryoji. And what he learns sometimes wisps into a ball of ungracious thought. A cold thought.
If Ryoji wants to die so badly, then why not let him? A person who doesn't enjoy life might as well be dead. It's his life to keep or give up.
Maybe it's Yato's disgust that keeps him arguing. Maybe it's the grief Ryoji would leave in his wake, the waste he'd lay to the good people who have chosen to let him into their hearts. It really would be just that: a waste.
But there's a glimmer of hope there. Yato gazes at Ryoji for silent seconds, considering that question. Even if there's only one answer. It's so self-evident that even he can't explain why it is so. ]
Yeah. I must be an idiot, because I'd really help you.
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[ But he sighs, and the tension leaves his shoulders. If Ryoji knows what Yato will say, then he won't repeat himself. Ryoji's understanding -- even if it's reluctant, not truly taken to heart -- will have to be enough.
It's funny. They don't speak regularly, but in the dire matters of life, death, and love, Ryoji might know more about Yato than anyone else. Yato is certainly learning more than he ever bargained for about Ryoji. And what he learns sometimes wisps into a ball of ungracious thought. A cold thought.
If Ryoji wants to die so badly, then why not let him? A person who doesn't enjoy life might as well be dead. It's his life to keep or give up.
Maybe it's Yato's disgust that keeps him arguing. Maybe it's the grief Ryoji would leave in his wake, the waste he'd lay to the good people who have chosen to let him into their hearts. It really would be just that: a waste.
But there's a glimmer of hope there. Yato gazes at Ryoji for silent seconds, considering that question. Even if there's only one answer. It's so self-evident that even he can't explain why it is so. ]
Yeah. I must be an idiot, because I'd really help you.