I could, but you and I both know it won't mean shit.
( a low mumble, as he settles for folding his arms on the bar, pillowing his chin down against them. if he were younger, more naive, a little more innocent, he might look like a sulking child, someone that's been told they're wrong or that they can't have what they want. but those are years and experiences that have been mostly robbed from them both; hell, he spent three years in a coma, and he can only imagine what tomura must have experienced growing up with that guy, there.
it's frustrating. back home it's easy to justify: a kill is another strike against endeavor's perfect little record, another travesty caused by the domino effect of his actions. does he fully believe it? no matter what he'd said, showing the public some kind of demure side to his poor insanity, a part of him knows that a lot of that had been false. killing had felt like winning something back, in a way, something he doesn't know how to identify. but killing someone here will just bring them back again, and bring them back wrong. and then what? the resort can label him some kind of ruthless murderer? even if he is.
a soft breath, amused, into his arms. )
Doesn't it fucking drive you crazy? I bet it does. There's no fucking point to this place, no point in being here other than to fuck our lives away while we wait to go back to the most important thing we've ever done. Some free fucking vacation.
( his eyes close, but he's still talking. )
If you're gonna stay with me tonight, you're gonna have to catch up. Do about three or four of those in a row and then we can say we're drinking together, leader.
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( a low mumble, as he settles for folding his arms on the bar, pillowing his chin down against them. if he were younger, more naive, a little more innocent, he might look like a sulking child, someone that's been told they're wrong or that they can't have what they want. but those are years and experiences that have been mostly robbed from them both; hell, he spent three years in a coma, and he can only imagine what tomura must have experienced growing up with that guy, there.
it's frustrating. back home it's easy to justify: a kill is another strike against endeavor's perfect little record, another travesty caused by the domino effect of his actions. does he fully believe it? no matter what he'd said, showing the public some kind of demure side to his poor insanity, a part of him knows that a lot of that had been false. killing had felt like winning something back, in a way, something he doesn't know how to identify. but killing someone here will just bring them back again, and bring them back wrong. and then what? the resort can label him some kind of ruthless murderer? even if he is.
a soft breath, amused, into his arms. )
Doesn't it fucking drive you crazy? I bet it does. There's no fucking point to this place, no point in being here other than to fuck our lives away while we wait to go back to the most important thing we've ever done. Some free fucking vacation.
( his eyes close, but he's still talking. )
If you're gonna stay with me tonight, you're gonna have to catch up. Do about three or four of those in a row and then we can say we're drinking together, leader.