[Its a stain in and of itself, after all. Maybe that's what Sakyou's tattoo meant. A lingering dark film, unable to be cleansed.]
I mean...look at me. I died, and I'm still dealing with it.
[He shifts slightly, getting a bit uncomfortable with the weight, but unwilling to let Sakyou go. His arms move to continue to hold the other im an embrace, one hand at the back of the other's neck where that tattoo was printed. His fingers rest there, gently.]
...That's why I don't...reach out to others, usually. They don't need to deal with my sins, my failures. I don't want to unload it on others. Its all my problem, in the end. I'm the problem. It's...how it is, and how it always will be.
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[Its a stain in and of itself, after all. Maybe that's what Sakyou's tattoo meant. A lingering dark film, unable to be cleansed.]
I mean...look at me. I died, and I'm still dealing with it.
[He shifts slightly, getting a bit uncomfortable with the weight, but unwilling to let Sakyou go. His arms move to continue to hold the other im an embrace, one hand at the back of the other's neck where that tattoo was printed. His fingers rest there, gently.]
...That's why I don't...reach out to others, usually. They don't need to deal with my sins, my failures. I don't want to unload it on others. Its all my problem, in the end. I'm the problem. It's...how it is, and how it always will be.
It's a miserable life, isn't it...?