[ slowly he scratches at the already chipped paint on the piano key. he wants to follow up with more questions, but bites them back.
did you love her?
was she important to you as well?
the love he feels for rem now is twisted up into tight knots, pulling at the loose ends only to make things worse. if knives was himself, did he wonder these things too? did he also doubt rem's love for him when he could see so plainly how much she loved vash? did he doubt his own worth in her eyes, like nai was now?
instead, nai starts to worry at his lower lip. a terrible habit. ]
I understand. [ or at least, he thinks he does. there is still so much to consider, the wealth of information almost overwhelming. ] I do, I... I'll make the right choices. [ he has to, he has to. there is no other option. ]
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did you love her?
was she important to you as well?
the love he feels for rem now is twisted up into tight knots, pulling at the loose ends only to make things worse. if knives was himself, did he wonder these things too? did he also doubt rem's love for him when he could see so plainly how much she loved vash? did he doubt his own worth in her eyes, like nai was now?
instead, nai starts to worry at his lower lip. a terrible habit. ]
I understand. [ or at least, he thinks he does. there is still so much to consider, the wealth of information almost overwhelming. ] I do, I... I'll make the right choices. [ he has to, he has to. there is no other option. ]