Taura's stomach was growling, but she could be patient. Her nails were still tacky; she'd rather wear nail polish and eat lunch than vice versa
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Sing a song of sixpence. Shift it into 'penance', and maybe perhaps he would allow the phrase a little clearer. Six could refer to anything, them, of course, and perhaps others--it was nothing but obvious, that here, a commonality was the issue of siblings. Too many, it seemed, were destroyed and in turn destroyed their blood, and he was beginning to wonder if that was to be a pattern in itself. He hated that man, he hated Klavier, and Albedo rejected the concept. The other did not deserve his hate--a basic human with little else but ignorance and bumbling steps to call his own was not enough to touch him. Hadn't Albedo taught him that?
Quite and so, and yet still, here he was and had been, ready to tear the other's head off without a thought. And here it was, hours later, and it was still on Albedo's mind. He paused in the street he was wandering on, weight shifting to his unbandaged leg as he frowned at nothing, arms crossing over the shirt he was wearing. A distraction, then. Little brother was a bit far away, but something else,
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People like him cannot understand people like you.
Wasn't it more than that in the end? Wasn't it that people like that couldn't accept beings like Albedo? Like Yomi, possibly, probably. Like Nigredo as well, but to a different degree--if pressed, Nigredo could and would act as a human. Albedo had no want or desire to--and likely couldn't have passed as 'normal' even when defined as something more innocent. And perhaps it was something past that. Just as he could recognize prey, there were some that recognized predators. Human shift and reject things adverse to their nature. Far be it to be a change here.
So what was the point, in the end? That there was none, most likely. And yet, it was said idly like a fact, light enough to be past simple observation, and he wondered. Wondered, in fact, about one he had been around lately, and had felt the differences between them despite Ritsuka's continued kindness. Was there a point in the end? Because wasn't the rule that it would indeed end, by rejection, abandonment, or death, and then
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One comment was all it took to provoke the child side of him, and another to bring out the other side. The side that was far removed from childhood and worries of being a strange, alien thing in a world that feared strangeness. There were two extremes in that little body of his, and hardly any impetus was needed to switch between them.
One had to gobble the other eventually, didn’t it? A being couldn’t bother with saving bonds and destroying them at the same time.
(None that were born naturally, anyway.Yomi’s smile was more subdued than her companion’s, though there was a part of her that was humoured by the fact that she could delight a child by encouraging them in the precise direction a child should never go. The very thought of killing a human being had frightened Kagura for so many years. And Noriyuki, too… Noriyuki, who had let murder happen just to avoid committing it himself. But not Albedo. She saw that clearly
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Quite and so, and yet still, here he was and had been, ready to tear the other's head off without a thought. And here it was, hours later, and it was still on Albedo's mind. He paused in the street he was wandering on, weight shifting to his unbandaged leg as he frowned at nothing, arms crossing over the shirt he was wearing. A distraction, then. Little brother was a bit far away, but something else, ( ... )
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Wasn't it more than that in the end? Wasn't it that people like that couldn't accept beings like Albedo? Like Yomi, possibly, probably. Like Nigredo as well, but to a different degree--if pressed, Nigredo could and would act as a human. Albedo had no want or desire to--and likely couldn't have passed as 'normal' even when defined as something more innocent. And perhaps it was something past that. Just as he could recognize prey, there were some that recognized predators. Human shift and reject things adverse to their nature. Far be it to be a change here.
So what was the point, in the end? That there was none, most likely. And yet, it was said idly like a fact, light enough to be past simple observation, and he wondered. Wondered, in fact, about one he had been around lately, and had felt the differences between them despite Ritsuka's continued kindness. Was there a point in the end? Because wasn't the rule that it would indeed end, by rejection, abandonment, or death, and then ( ... )
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One had to gobble the other eventually, didn’t it? A being couldn’t bother with saving bonds and destroying them at the same time.
(None that were born naturally, anyway.Yomi’s smile was more subdued than her companion’s, though there was a part of her that was humoured by the fact that she could delight a child by encouraging them in the precise direction a child should never go. The very thought of killing a human being had frightened Kagura for so many years. And Noriyuki, too… Noriyuki, who had let murder happen just to avoid committing it himself. But not Albedo. She saw that clearly ( ... )
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