Dove lifts his head up slightly when he hears Akira speak again. For just a second, he looks a bit distracted as a voice echoes through his mind...
Death, Rank 3.
Before he snaps back to reality, blinking slightly as he shifts.
"...'One day at a time'..."
Is it really so simple as that? He knows logically that it should just be taken slowly, but he still feels so... so frustrated and tired...
"It sounds so simple when you phrase it that way, but unfortunately it feels anything but."
His tone isn't quite as bitter, just tired. He finds it a bit strange, hearing himself sound like this. Usually he's always so pleasant, but for once he finds it difficult to keep it up.
...Maybe that's how it's supposed to feel when he's on TV, instead of just that samey feeling he's noticed...
He can't help but chuckle slightly at the thought, a bit cynically. It's all so weird, he hates feeling mixed up like this. His feelings make no sense the more he lingers on them. He misses when it was just simple happiness, vague sadness, and mild annoyance.
...But at the same time... part of him doesn't want to give up this mixed up misery. It's his misery. It's familiar. Something he should be able to feel. He doesn't entirely understand it, but... it is what it is.
Maruki didn't have the right to remove something like this from him, whatever these various negative feelings can be called.
He reaches for his mocktail before he vocalizes his thoughts.
"I suppose I'll have to carry these feelings the entire way..."
He just sighs before taking another sip of the mocktail, before lowering the glass back down with a small 'clink'.
"...I think I'm beginning to understand what you meant back then. I thought I understood, but..."
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Death, Rank 3.
Before he snaps back to reality, blinking slightly as he shifts.
"...'One day at a time'..."
Is it really so simple as that? He knows logically that it should just be taken slowly, but he still feels so... so frustrated and tired...
"It sounds so simple when you phrase it that way, but unfortunately it feels anything but."
His tone isn't quite as bitter, just tired. He finds it a bit strange, hearing himself sound like this. Usually he's always so pleasant, but for once he finds it difficult to keep it up.
...Maybe that's how it's supposed to feel when he's on TV, instead of just that samey feeling he's noticed...
He can't help but chuckle slightly at the thought, a bit cynically. It's all so weird, he hates feeling mixed up like this. His feelings make no sense the more he lingers on them. He misses when it was just simple happiness, vague sadness, and mild annoyance.
...But at the same time... part of him doesn't want to give up this mixed up misery. It's his misery. It's familiar. Something he should be able to feel. He doesn't entirely understand it, but... it is what it is.
Maruki didn't have the right to remove something like this from him, whatever these various negative feelings can be called.
He reaches for his mocktail before he vocalizes his thoughts.
"I suppose I'll have to carry these feelings the entire way..."
He just sighs before taking another sip of the mocktail, before lowering the glass back down with a small 'clink'.
"...I think I'm beginning to understand what you meant back then. I thought I understood, but..."