Calm down. [ He says, thumb brushing over her knuckles. ] You'll strain your throat. The last thing I want is for you to also complain about losing your voice... even though I think most here would prefer not to hear whatever you have to say for a few days.
[ All teasing and insults aside, Hajun deflects. Defending the slow unravel that shows his heart, ugly and full of scars that refuse to heal; he can't, not until he's ensured that the family that drowned him with conditional love receive the brunt force of all his anguish. The years of loneliness, the fact that he was brought into this world only to be abandoned twice -- all the love he's ever received had to be earned. And not an ounce of it was actually genuine.
Perhaps that's why he's readily prepared to destroy it all. Even at the cost of his own body and mind; continuously experiencing his traumas, furthering rendering his body to rotten metal. There's a part of him that doesn't care for the end of himself, so long as he accomplishes his goal... if his body were to be destroyed, his mind lost to his pain, he'd at least die knowing he'd won.
He won. Unloved and unwanted. An unneeded child leaving his mark. ]
You're still a child. [ The morning sun begins to peer behind them through the windows. ] If you were able to instinctively decide that you can kill a person, you'd just lead yourself somewhere no one can reach you. [ Hajun glances behind him, eyes squinting as he's met with the bright light before he rises back up on his feet. ] Plus, it wouldn't be very cute of you.
[ That said, Hajun bends down slightly again to princess carry her. Taking a glance over his jacket that's now drenched in blood; he steadies his expression, ensures that he doesn't look disappointed before he begins his walk towards the nurses office. ]
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[ All teasing and insults aside, Hajun deflects. Defending the slow unravel that shows his heart, ugly and full of scars that refuse to heal; he can't, not until he's ensured that the family that drowned him with conditional love receive the brunt force of all his anguish. The years of loneliness, the fact that he was brought into this world only to be abandoned twice -- all the love he's ever received had to be earned. And not an ounce of it was actually genuine.
Perhaps that's why he's readily prepared to destroy it all. Even at the cost of his own body and mind; continuously experiencing his traumas, furthering rendering his body to rotten metal. There's a part of him that doesn't care for the end of himself, so long as he accomplishes his goal... if his body were to be destroyed, his mind lost to his pain, he'd at least die knowing he'd won.
He won. Unloved and unwanted. An unneeded child leaving his mark. ]
You're still a child. [ The morning sun begins to peer behind them through the windows. ] If you were able to instinctively decide that you can kill a person, you'd just lead yourself somewhere no one can reach you. [ Hajun glances behind him, eyes squinting as he's met with the bright light before he rises back up on his feet. ] Plus, it wouldn't be very cute of you.
[ That said, Hajun bends down slightly again to princess carry her. Taking a glance over his jacket that's now drenched in blood; he steadies his expression, ensures that he doesn't look disappointed before he begins his walk towards the nurses office. ]