[Raising his hands, he shows them to Chishiya: palms forward as if an offering of peace. A gesture showing he means no harm.]
You matter to me. I did not know... How to handle my pain, what I felt, without bleeding. Without lashing out. That was not fair to you. I am truly sorry. I have never had to handle emotions like this before.
[If he felt exposed in Borderland, he feels even moreso now; no pretenses, no poetry, no guarded, impassive stoicism. Just raw openness.]
no subject
[Raising his hands, he shows them to Chishiya: palms forward as if an offering of peace. A gesture showing he means no harm.]
You matter to me. I did not know... How to handle my pain, what I felt, without bleeding. Without lashing out. That was not fair to you. I am truly sorry. I have never had to handle emotions like this before.
[If he felt exposed in Borderland, he feels even moreso now; no pretenses, no poetry, no guarded, impassive stoicism. Just raw openness.]