Hope's End Guest Post: Day 2
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They needed to survive. They had to survive, without him. And they could. He knew that now. But did he… want them to be unable to? Did he want them to want him? To miss him? But that wasn’t something he should desire. He was expected to want what was best for them.
What was best for everyone else except him… selflessness… honor… integrity…
Conflict warred inside of him, further disrupting his already-unstable mind.]
Of course I care about you. That is why I want you to leave…
[A harsh bark of laughter spilled free of his lips from hearing her cries. Gaara idly lifted a hand to press the palm against his forehead, asking in a tone that hinted at his growing delirium.] Am I being selfish, Ishtar? Does that surprise you? You never knew… did you? How… tainted I am.
[His hand fell away, limply sinking to his side. His chin rose, locking gazes with the bound princess, his eyes betraying turmoil in them.]
Do you know… how difficult it is… to be accepted by others? Doubtful… You befriend others, so easily… Like normal people… [Like Naruto, like Sai, like Sora, like Maka… So many of his friends made it look easy to create bonds with other people. They were tied together, all of them. Gaara felt envious of their ability to succeed, where he had failed so many times.]
To experience true happiness… only to have it ripped away? [That, he knew she had experienced. Ishtar had been heavily affected by the loss of her closest friends. He didn’t wish any suffering upon her. Maybe it was a low blow, but… he wanted Sai returned to him. It hurt so much, to be separated from him, especially after the promises they had made to each other. Ishtar understood the pain of unrequited love. Could she understand why he felt so… damn angry? Frustrated to high hell, to want to lash out at someone, anyone, just in hopes of alleviating some distress?
He didn’t want to hurt her… but he already had. He was doing exactly what his uncle accused him of being: a monster. If he had lost all control of himself, he would have killed her without hesitation. It was the small remaining speck of sanity in his mind that gave him enough coherency to not be pushed over the edge.]
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[He ground out in a dangerous tone, growling the words.] I know damn well how my presence affects them. I am poisonous. I’ve only denied what I am, in the eye of the public. I’m fucking tired of it… Tired of needing to pretend… to be someone I am not. [His eyes darkened, sending another spike of dark emotions coursing through his veins.] All of them… those judgmental bastards…
[His sand shoved her again, trying to push the girl further and further away. Her anklet could only offer minimal protection, when faced against a much larger amount of sand, and not to mention being wielded by the same master.]
Someday… I might return when you are gone, and then…
[His body shuddered violently, just once, before he collapsed to his knees in the sandy bed. His hands immediately went to clench at his sides, as if literally holding himself together.]
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[ To Ishtar it was the opposite. The ones that were left free, she did not know what would become of them. She wasn't even certain if they went home safely or if they really were burned. She didn't want to believe it. She never wanted to believe that they were terminated, and sent to an incinerator. She wanted to believe they managed to get home safe and sound away from this horrible place. She may have been stuck here but she wasn't about to give up whatever hope she still had for her and everyone else trapped here. She couldn't do anything. The feeling of being helpless, and being unable to protect those people. She didn't want him to take responsibility. She didn't need him to be in pain because she was stuck here.
He should not have to suffer because they haven't found a way yet. There is certainly a way. She knows it. No matter how long it will take she will do what she can until the end. He shouldn't be so harsh on himself. She knew that he suffered quietly, fighting the existence that he was so-called cursed with. It wasn't his fault that he ended up the way he was, it was the people that surrounded him when he was younger. He had told her things, but she knew there was more. She can tell by the fact that he was extremely emotional right now. ]
If you care about me, then you shouldn't be pushing me away Gaara. You shouldn't have to carry the weight by yourself.
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[ She looked at him a flicker of anger reflecting on her green eyes. She was tired of his laughing. If he was hurt, he should show it, not cover it by some crazy maniacal laugh. He shouldn't be laughing like this. It bothered her. She might not know him completely but she wanted to learn. She wanted to learn as much as she can about her friend and maybe she could offer him the help he needed, the kind of comfort he was looking for. He seemed so fragile right now, despite the fact that she was the one being hurt and he had complete control. She knew she'd probably wake up with a couple of bruises and other things in between that were visible now. ]
I don't care if you're being selfish but it has to be for the right things. I don't care if you're tainted, corrupted or whatever. Don't you think the lot of us are almost the same? I don't know thee things, because you don't want to tell me. You're always hiding things from me, but hell we all have our secrets. I wish you'd stop calling yourself names like that. You're Gaara, and that's all that matters to me. I don't care about your past or what you've done that was bad. I care about right now.
[ Ishtar didn't flinch. Her green eyes were fixed on him, just as sharp as his were on her. ]
Don't shove words in my mouth. You think that being accepted easily means that it's fine, that I'm normal? Are you kidding? My life sucks. I've always hated my life. I had no parents and because I was accepted, I'm expected to do all kinds of great things like my great grandfather. People look at me and assume that I'm perfect but in reality it's suffocating. Growing up with expectations, growing up with a status that 'normal' people bow at my feet for. I've been alone most of my life. Hell, I never asked for any of this to happen to me. I wish I could be normal and not have to care about politics or protecting the lives of people that are looking up to me and because of all that I'm expected to know great things but I hardly know how to run a country much less protect it. I'm doing what I can with what abilities I have. Stop trying to act like no one understands you.
Unlike you I don't have powerful abilities. I can only heal and defend myself to an extent and even with that I'm practically useless. Just because people look at you funny, and just because you're rejected doesn't mean it's the end. You're gonna haveta prove it to them that you're not a 'monster' and that you're capable of being kind. I know you lack the understanding of emotions and how to be accepted. I know you're trying with all your heart to be accepted. You shouldn't give it up.
[ she understands his situation, she really did but it still gave him no excuse to act the way he did. Even if she wouldn't hate him she wasn't going to let it go. ]
...Of course I do. Try chasing someone you've loved for ages, and knowing in the end they never loved you. No matter what you do and say they'll never believe it because they think you're childish. They're only protecting you because you're the one in charge. It's easy here to have friends....and to make them, but there's never really a chance for me to do that at home. I don't have much if you look at it.
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[ Lucky for Gaara that he had the chance to experience true happiness, even if it was ripped away. Ishtar never had that moment. Hell the person she loved never really loved her. She doesn't even know what to do but she wasn't giving up. She'll keep trying...and keep trying no matter what. She knew he was angry and hurt, frustrated. She felt the same. It was always like that. She had always been the person watching from the side quietly accepting her fate....
The could call him whatever they want but Ishtar wouldn't call him that. He was a human being like everyone else. He was not a monster. It didn't matter what he did or what mistakes he had committed. He was human and humans are like that. ]
Then stop denying yourself. Stop wearing this stupid mask of expectations. If you can do that, people can't easily judge you. If you ignore them, they'll give up. If you give them a reason to criticize then you better make up a reason to stop it. You shouldn't let those judgmental bastards get what they want. Don't show them your weakness, but you're gonna have to accept your weakness and yourself first.
[ Her gaze softened a little for his words. She knew he was in pain and she can't say anymore than this to help him. He probably knew what she was saying but he wasn't going to take special attention to it. She wanted him to. She wanted him to not beat himself up like this. ]
Your loved ones, every last one of them don't want to see you like this. They really don't even if you think you're a poison, they don't think so. You know you've done a lot of things for a lot of people. Those things don't go and disappear into nothing.
[ She's using her arms to shield her, and mumbling brief spells to make barriers and protect her from further harm but they weren't strong enough to last forever. She'll get tired eventually. She doesn't want to move. She forces herself to take another step forward even though it hurts to even walk right now. ]
....What if I'm gone? What about it?
[ Her gaze fixes back on him as sharp as ever. ] Listen to me Gaara, stop pushing me away. Just let me help you. Let me be selfish instead of you. I know it's none of my business and I know I'm not someone qualified to boss you around but at least let me do something for you. You're in pain and you're suffering. I can't help if you won't tell me.
[ So fragile, this boy. Why did she not see it before? ]
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Why? Why did a kind person like Ishtar have to suffer so thoroughly in her life? She didn’t deserve this level of horrid treatment. She was free-spirited and impulsive, caring to the point of stupidity at times, and yet… Gaara knew she had the best intentions at heart. He didn’t lecture her foolish behavior out of spite - he wanted to make sure nothing terrible would happen to her. She had already endured enough. And if someone like her couldn’t even live a normal, happy existence, then what hope was there for a soulless monster like him?
He could imagine… how the others might have felt, when he left. Disgust and hatred had boiled inside of him when he saw the video of terminated individuals being incinerated. Just the thought of seeing Sai or his siblings or his friends getting tossed into the eternal flames… it was enough for him to desire seeking revenge against the Doctors. Revenge was pointless, and didn’t resolve anything. From a logical standpoint, he could reason it that way. Emotionally, it was a completely different story. Outsiders saw Gaara and thought he was cold and aloof. They didn’t know how much he struggled to control his mind and emotions, on a frequent basis. Just as well, because he didn’t want them to know.]
No… It’s expected of me to carry the burden… alone.
[His recollection was faint, but he remembered the night he fought against Deidara to protect the village. How the other villagers and shinobi just stood by as spectators, rather than assist him. He had noticed the cannons and arrows set up on the ground, but why didn’t they help him? Was it solely because they had confidence in his abilities? Or were they hoping he would be defeated and taken away… Which was exactly what happened.
Kankuro and Temari told him the villagers welcomed him back with enthusiasm and relief, but he didn’t believe them. How could his people care about his well-being when they had just stood by and watch him get taken away? They didn’t have his aerial capabilities, but damn it, they weren’t completely helpless either. They had wanted him to disappear, to die so another could take his place. He was convinced of that fact, regardless of what his siblings claimed.]
I don’t know… if you can help. You can’t… promise anything.
[He sat down on his rear end, sliding his knees up to hug to his chest, curling into himself. It was a gesture from long ago, something he did as a child whenever he felt lonely, and that strange throbbing ache inside his chest. Yashamaru, his uncle, had told him it was pain.
He should have known better than to place any semblance of hope or faith into such a dangerously ambiguous realm, with sadistic Doctors that reveled in shattering the mental capacities of their hapless victims. He had tried to remain strong as much as possible, wanting to stay stable no matter how many times they strove to break him. Why wasn’t he strong enough to be unaffected?
He should have known better.]
Promises… What do they mean? He promised he wouldn’t abandon me… and where is he now?
[His heart constricted painfully inside his chest. Unrequited love… He was in the same situation as her. The person he loved, didn’t love him. He knew Sai was loyal, but he didn’t want loyalty to be the only reason for Sai to remain with him. It was a restrictive chain that kept him trapped to his side, when Gaara knew he deserved freedom, after the arduous circumstances of his childhood.
Obligation versus personal desire.
He wasn’t fond of the former, for a number of reasons.]
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I was… never competent enough to please my father. Never strong enough to protect the village… [His arms tightened around his knees, nails digging into the fabric of his own coat.] If I hadn’t become stronger… Father would have continued to send assassins to eradicate my existence. I failed… at my purpose for living.
You are not useless, Ishtar… You are kind and selfless. You are wanted by others… needed… liked… accepted… even loved. [He remembered Duzell, the vampire king from her world, who was obviously in love with the princess. Another case of unrequited love, for she harbored romantic feelings toward her bodyguard.
His gaze shifted over to look at the girl, eyes cloudy and melancholic.] I understand that feeling as well… Sai… I told you before, that he doesn’t regard me with romantic affection. I don’t know… if he ever will. [Chasing, chasing… He had always been trying to earn someone’s love and devotion, whether it be his father, his mother, his uncle… and all three of them wanted nothing to do with him. It was cruel, for him to see other normal families and bonds and relations, and know that he would never be able to attain them. And friends? Back home? He just wanted to scoff at that notion. What friends?
Feeling drained of energy, his sand stopped attacking her. He was still mentally unstable, but too emotionally fatigued to continue trying to drive her away. Ishtar had great persistence, and it was the one domineering quality that could breach his barrier. It was easy for people to walk away from him; very few were actually willing to stay and put up with his numerous flaws and quirks.
Lowering his eyes shamefully, Gaara mumbled in a quiet tone.] I don’t have loved ones… [Even if there were people that loved him, he wouldn’t know how to identify it, let alone be able to acknowledge and believe in it.
His head tipped down, resting against the conjunction of his knees as he withdrew further. With the rage dispersed for the time being, he felt cold and empty inside. In the past, anger had been his greatest ally whenever he felt pain. It was something secure that he could fall back on - dependable and reliable. Now… Now, he didn’t know what to do.]
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[ Their situation wasn't any different from one another. It's just that Ishtar's seemed to be a little easier. Gaara had it rougher, but it's all the same isn't it? Growing up with expectations, growing up expecting to lead people but none of those decisions were made by them. It was forced on them, pushed on them. That's what it was like to be born with the burden of expectations. She knew all too well exactly how he felt even if the feelings aren't one hundred percent correct. It was closer than he thought, the similarities they shared.
She never understood his reasons for being empathetic about her situation because his own was no different. She wondered why he didn't just tell her the truth. She would rather hear the harsh truth than listen to sugar coated lies. He probably knew that though. There's no point in dwelling on it anymore.
It's because he's never seen her other side. The crude, selfish princess who liked to order people around. If something didn't go her way she's scream so it would be the way she wanted. Of course, she never told him that. It wasn't important. She knew herself that she wasn't a perfect person. No matter how sweet or kind she was, she couldn't hide the fact that she could be just as cruel if given the chance to but despite all that he's right, she's got a good head on her shoulders.
She did things without worrying about the outcome. She protected others without thinking about her own well being but what did it all mean anyway? If they can't have a normal life, they should strive for a better one. A life that's close enough to a normal life but with their own ideals and their own powers. She doesn't believe that being normal is everything. She had never thought once that he was a monster.
No matter what she wouldn't judge him because he was a little dangerous and she admitted he wasn't the easiest person to watch fight but it was for his own reasons right? He had ideals and he wanted them fulfilled just as Duzell had no reason for his own race's existence so he decided war was the answer. Even so, she still cared about the vampire king. Gaara was a different person completely, but she was understanding and forgiving. Whatever he did she wouldn't hate him for it. He was her friend after all and like a younger brother to her.
This fragile, red haired boy who didn't know how to control his overflowing emotions. Ishtar held a great dislike for the doctors. She wouldn't forgive them. They had passed the line of no return and even if they were to make up for the things they did, it wasn't enough. They had to suffer. She knew that revenge was stupidly pointless and there was no end to it but even so she still wanted to make them suffer for the hell she had to go through as well as everyone else sharing the same emotions. Ishtar disliked this part of him.
The side that hid his emotions from everyone, wearing a stupid mask thinking that it was better for everyone else not to know. She knew that feeling.
She always felt that it was better to hide her sorrow than show it. ]
I don't care if it's expected. You can change that. You don't need to go through with the burden by yourself
No… It’s expected of me to carry the burden… alone. I won't promise you anything because I don't know myself what will happen in the future, but I'm going to do what I can to show you it while I still can. I can show it to you rather than giving you promises.
[ She's still moving towards him quietly, forcefully. She was in pain but she was neglecting it because she wanted to be by his side. That fragile little boy. How she never saw it before was a surprise to her. She didn't know he was so vulnerable, so easily pained. She knew things but they were on a small level that should hardly understand. When he was telling her all of this, it became clearer. She began to slowly understand his problems and him as a person.
Even saying that, he had no choice but to be affected because he was human and because he had emotions. That's why he was affected. It was more proof than she needed to see that he was just as human as everyone else no matter how dangerous or powerful he came off to be. ]
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Gaara.
Promises....they're hard to talk about. They can be made with the utmost care but they can also be shattered easily, but have you thought about why promises are broken? Maybe they had reasons, or maybe they had no choice. If he was taken away, he wouldn't be able to do anything right? It's painful, but having promises and breaking them, they're all part of being...well you know human. It applies to you too. It doesn't matter what you have inside of you or what you appear like. If you can show emotions like this and show your own pain then you're more than just a monster. Monsters don't have hearts. Monsters don't sacrifice themselves for others and monsters, they wouldn't be in pain because they've lost their companion but you are right? You're in pain, sad, and upset....It's frustrating isn't it? To be helpless.
[ Ishtar took another step forward closer to him. He looked so small and delicate right now. She couldn't even tell before because he always had a strong front, but she got what he meant. No one knew how he felt on the inside because he was always the same on the outside. At least with this she could see him for him and not a stupid mask that he wears. At least it was working a little, she was beginning to learn more about him. ]
No..powers can be a scary things. Abilities can be terrifying. Just because you have power doesn't mean you earn respect. I don't mean it like that. You're dad's a bastard. No father should have their child suffer lengths to gain power. It may sound ridiculous but people like that aren't qualified to be parents. So just because you fail you lose your will to live? Is that it?
[ She gives him a soft look. ] Even if you fail a hundred thousand times, it's better to get back up. If you let yourself fall even further then you'll be lost. You shouldn't abandon yourself because you failed once or twice or even a couple of times. If I were your parents I would be proud of you for being where you are and being able to do so many things, even if having powers is not always the best thing in the world, it's still something. You just have to get stronger, but it doesn't have to be strong enough as long as you're trying with all your heart.
We're not on me right now Gaara. We're on you and don't start with this. Just because I have that doesn't mean you don't. You have friends, and family, and people who care about you. You're just choosing not to see it. I'm sure a lot of people care about you and they accept you. You just have to find them. Don't I count? I care about you and I don't care about what you are or what you're capable of. Like I already said you're just Gaara and no one else. Just like I'm just Ishtar and no one else.
Hey maybe not now but you'll never understand if you think it's the end. You'll have to keep persisting right. Force it out of him. I'm sure you can come to an understanding about your affection towards him. I don't know much about him but maybe he's kinda like you. He doesn't understand emotions and feelings? It's also a possibility right. Even if he isn't the one and even it's going to hurt you, you can always start over...and make your way slowly back up. You never know.
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[ He'll find his place. She was certain of that. Even if his family didn't want anything to do with him, he can make his own family and obtain his own family. That's what Ishtar did. She tried to find a familial atmosphere with the people she was around and because she was persisting, she somehow made some progress even if those people would never return again. It was fine. The feelings were there. When he finally stopped attacking her, she was able to move freely again, taking barely normal steps, her legs were shaking from pain and so was the rest of her body. She didn't stop though, she kept walking slowly until she reached him.
He was always like this thinking that he doesn't have friends. She's seen a few people. If they weren't friends they were at least companions. ]
Really...you don't not one? Are you forgetting the number of people here, your siblings maybe? I know it's not the same but it's something right? You have siblings you want to protect don't you? Friends? They're all considered 'loved ones' aren't they? You're really--
[ Forget it she was too tired to try to explain anymore, but finally reaching him with her pathetic strength, she falls on her knees. ]
You're an idiot Gaara if you think that no one cares about you. [ Even though she's already done this to him a couple of times, she's going to do it again. She slightly raised herself from the floor and leaned forward to hug his curled form. ]
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Emotions were weak. Bonds were weak. Family stood in the way of seeking power. Being tied to others just created additional, unnecessary liabilities. He was too soft. Too frail. Too attached. If he could only sever his ties to anything and anyone that kept him bound and restrained, unable to reach his full potential, then maybe there would be a glimmer of hope for him to become strong. But as he was… his efforts could only result in failure.
He despised being helpless. It meant he could do nothing to change the outcome of the situation. And from his past experiences, when people ran out of their utility, they were discarded. There had been a number of attempts to replace him, in the roles where he failed before. As the Ultimate Weapon of Suna, as the host of the One Tail, as the Kazekage… People had always wanted to get rid of him, for one reason or another. It was no wonder he saw so little value in his own existence, in spite of his innate will to survive.]
Don’t make promises… that can’t be honored… [He shook his head, violently.] No lies… I hate lies… They lied to me for so long… [He was mumbling somewhat incoherently, his mind caught between the past and the present. Memories that were unconsciously suppressed, but not erased. With just a small crack in his mental barrier, they sneakily trickled into his head.
Behind his tightly-closed lids, he could see Yashamaru smiling down at him. Looking right at him, instead of through him, or shuffling away. Unafraid of touching him, let alone being in his proximity. Spending time with him, through the long hours of the night, when everyone else was asleep. Answering all of his incessant questions, no matter how inane or tedious. Showing him nothing but the utmost patience, when he should have been frustrated, time and time again. His face, resembling that of his mother, to the point where young Gaara thought… hoped… that maybe, just maybe, if Yashamaru loved him, then it meant his mother did too.
The memories blurred, merging with others in his lost and bewildered state. Instead of Yashamaru’s long blond locks, it was short black strands that now crossed his view. Glimpses of a plastic smile passed through his mind’s eye, and were quickly replaced with the soft curve of a rare true smile that caused warmth to abruptly flutter inside of his chest. A pale hand reaching for his smaller one, their fingers intertwining together, showing him that he wasn’t alone. Dark eyes staring down at him - all of him - without a hint of disgust. Lips that drove up his heart rate, making him feel… new sensations and emotions that he hadn’t even thought possible. The whisper of selfless devotion that elicited a shiver of unexpected delight from him.
Having experienced happiness, he didn’t think he could return to just being content anymore. It wasn’t enough. He would always be craving something that… remained out of reach. Just like before.
“Your dad’s a bastard.”
Her assessment was a severe understatement. She really had no idea what kind of father the Fourth was… and Gaara didn’t feel particularly inclined to tell her. His siblings knew, and both of them still hated their father, even to this day. They certainly had no qualms with speaking ill of the dead.
Gaara vaguely heard her speaking to him, the words moving in through his muddled mind, some of them sticking, while others just lingered around. How could she possibly feel proud of him? What had he done to earn her respect, let alone her pride? He just did what was expected of him, as usual. In the past two years, he had become accustomed to assuming certain roles for the need of attaining compliance or acceptance from others. It was false, and he knew that. Because they didn’t know who he really was… nothing more than a shadow of his true identity.
The physical contact startled him back to reality. Slowly, he lifted his head, looking at the princess up close as she knelt near him, too tired and hurt to move much more.]
Ishtar… You’re injured…
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Out of instinct, Gaara started to reach toward one site of blood on her arm, but then pulled back at the last second before making contact. Touching the area would only aggravate her wound.]
You need medical attention…
[But he didn’t make a move to leave, even though he should have. It felt strange, to go against his engrained training and submit to selfish desire. For a long time, he had been forced to refrain from doing what he wanted, in favor of doing what was necessary, what was right. Even when he had been locked in the jaws of insanity, he couldn’t always do what he wanted.
What did he want? Did he even know?]
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[The confused redhead stayed quiet, keeping his arms around his frail, injured friend. His sand surrounded them on the ground, emitting a different kind of warmth from his chakra rather than the heat of the sun. Gaara felt a fresh stab of pain whenever he looked down and saw her discolored skin, knowing full well he was the cause. It was a sharp reminder of how much he had hurt her, both physically and emotionally. Sadly, her current injuries weren’t even the worst of what he could have done to her.
Maybe if she knew what he was really capable of… she would hate him then.]
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[ He shouldn't be listening to those stupid words. She doesn't believe they are right. People, human beings needed others to support them to help them stand up. The loneliness being the only person in power, being the only one that cared about themselves. She thinks they're weaknesses. If she didn't have the support from the friends and family she had made here, she wouldn't be standing where she was with all her strength.
As cheesy as it sounded, she liked the feeling of being supported and having weakness. When she accepted those weaknesses she could move on find a way to trample on those weaknesses. She doesn't think that friends and family are weaknesses. They were strength. They were support and leverage when she needed them the most. If it weren't for Yujinn, she would never be able to handle the rest of this place by herself until now. Yujinn, how she doubted and disliked him for some time. How she learned about him and how he died....and how protective she truly was of her cousin at this point.
They had been through so much together and she refused to think that it was a weakness to have someone by your side. She didn't like his father from what he was telling to her. She probably knew he wasn't even close to a bastard. Something far worst would be suitable if she knew. He sounded even more pig headed than her selfish uncle who treated his son like crap and decided that he was nothing more than a tool. She could probably understand a little of how Illsaide felt when he realized that Jened was his dad. It must have been a horrible feeling much like how Gaara was feeling. It made her insides twist just thinking about it. ]
You can say that, but it won't do you any good. You're going to be hurt and betrayed many times. You'll be trampled over with endless promises that were broken. Even if you don't want to be lied to, people lie and you can't change that. You have to accept that fact no matter how much you hate it, Gaara. You know, I hate being lied to too. I don't like being told things that can't be fulfilled but what can you do if shit happens?
[ She doesn't know what's going on with his mind. She hardly even knew what he was thinking right now. All she knew was that he was in pain and that was more than enough to alarm her. If he would tell her these things she would agree with him if she knew what kind of father his dad was. She'd probably back hand the dad if she ever met him. She was fearless and she didn't like to deal with people with those kinds of attitudes or parents who don't know how to love their children. She would never do that to her children if she had any. It was wrong.
The question is how can she not? From the short time she knew this boy she learned many things from him and she tried to teach him things as well in hopes of him learning and assessing them. She would be proud of her kids for being the way they were. She wasn't going to condemn them because they weren't good enough. They just have to keep trying. Despite her own pain she's going to tighten her grip on him, ignoring his line. She knew she was injured. He didn't need to remind her. She doesn't care about something as minimal as a few scratches and bruises. They would heal with time and they'll go away. His pain however, won't be that easy to get rid of. ]
I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks.
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[ Even if it hurts, as long as she got to him somehow it was worth the stupid pain. She's been done through worst. Hell she still had something she'd kept from him. The one moment she experienced death. No on knew about that one and if they knew who did it...it wouldn't be pretty either. So, she kept it to herself and accepted help from the guy that had done her through once with a terrible pain she can't forget.
Hell this was nothing at all. She could still move. He wouldn't understand it or was it because he didn't want to understand it? She had no reason to do it. She did it just because. There was no motive behind it no though. It was done because she wanted to do it and because she cared. ]
I can heal it in a few minutes. It won't do anything.
[ She replied not really caring about it too much. She just squeezed him a little. A small smile lined her face.
There was no maybe to that. He knew better than anyone that she wouldn't do that even if she knew what he was capable of. She knew there were many people capable of a lot of dreadful things yet she still hung around them. She didn't mind. It was her own choice to be here so she would accept the pain if needed to keep that relationship with her friends. ]
You can stay like this until you feel better. Don't worry about me.
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