[In some ways, it's easier to talk like this, unable to see his face. Knowing that Ainosuke can't see his in return, that he can't see how unhappy he feels, or how his eyes darken thinking of how Annette had screamed.
"Oh, Solomon, you could have at least shielded the poor child."
...
He exhales heavily as he glances down at the blood on his sleeves, on an outfit never made for him.]
Even bracing for it to happen, it's still unbearably cruel.
[ There's a mirthless laugh from Ainosuke at that information. On the altar - of course. Spiting the God that has decided their wishes are beyond redemption, while following His order all the same. That's how it always goes with God, doesn't it? In the end, your anger just drives you back to Him as well.
He throws his shirt to the side, pretenses of politeness and tidiness forgotten. ]
... you've seen cruelties like this before, haven't you?
A life taken needlessly is a life that could have loved, fought, and encouraged. It could have been so much more. Reduced to nothing but collateral, becoming an object, because of one wrong decision.
[ Ainosuke scoffs. It's a perfect repeat of their first day here. Regardless of what happened in-between, they're just right back where they started: with unwanted sympathy. ]
A beautiful eulogy. Maybe those clothes suit you after all.
[ And with that, he's off to the shower, unwilling to be talked to like a child any longer. ]
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[In some ways, it's easier to talk like this, unable to see his face. Knowing that Ainosuke can't see his in return, that he can't see how unhappy he feels, or how his eyes darken thinking of how Annette had screamed.
"Oh, Solomon, you could have at least shielded the poor child."
...
He exhales heavily as he glances down at the blood on his sleeves, on an outfit never made for him.]
Even bracing for it to happen, it's still unbearably cruel.
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He throws his shirt to the side, pretenses of politeness and tidiness forgotten. ]
... you've seen cruelties like this before, haven't you?
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Not to the letter, if that's what you're asking.
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[ They're from wholly different walks of life, and this drives it home a lot more than something as fantastical as magic could have. ]
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[...]
There's nothing shameful in being shaken by that.
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A beautiful eulogy. Maybe those clothes suit you after all.
[ And with that, he's off to the shower, unwilling to be talked to like a child any longer. ]