he wants to settle this score so badly that it's like physical pain. there's no universe in which he hears about people he cares about being taken and hurt (in the light only knows what ways), and does nothing. he'd care if it was anyone from the pleroma, but how can he not when it's abel (i'm afraid you're stuck with me) and himeka (we don't leave our friends behind)?
let misa wonder what he might do. let them keep their eyes on him, if it'll give the rest of them a better chance to do what must be done. ]
I don't have to chase something that's always with me.
[ the Power is always close at hand, and with it the dark one's corruption, the darkness that'll kill him if nothing else gets there first. ]
And I don't have much to hide from you anymore.
[ not on the personal level. she knows too much for him to lie about his most basic nature, even if she's missing a lot of the details. she understands implicitly; and so does he. the only information really worth withholding from her is what he, a pleroma, could never tell her, a kenoma. a distinction as wide and impassable as the ocean. ]
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he wants to settle this score so badly that it's like physical pain. there's no universe in which he hears about people he cares about being taken and hurt (in the light only knows what ways), and does nothing. he'd care if it was anyone from the pleroma, but how can he not when it's abel (i'm afraid you're stuck with me) and himeka (we don't leave our friends behind)?
let misa wonder what he might do. let them keep their eyes on him, if it'll give the rest of them a better chance to do what must be done. ]
I don't have to chase something that's always with me.
[ the Power is always close at hand, and with it the dark one's corruption, the darkness that'll kill him if nothing else gets there first. ]
And I don't have much to hide from you anymore.
[ not on the personal level. she knows too much for him to lie about his most basic nature, even if she's missing a lot of the details. she understands implicitly; and so does he. the only information really worth withholding from her is what he, a pleroma, could never tell her, a kenoma. a distinction as wide and impassable as the ocean. ]