He stares down at that mixed look, the switch in posture so vibrant that for a moment, it feels like he's looking at Luke, vividly angry one second and torn down by crippling guilt the next.
...
His approach is slow, crouching down in front of Yu with his arms against his knees, fingers intertwined. It might be a more intimate moment, were they not at odds with one another. As it stands, it's just to make sure he can keep his tone low in volume... and surprisingly soft in tone.]
I meant what I said. I don't expect you to trust me again. Not in the way you tried to do before I broke your view of me into pieces.
If you can't do that in any good faith... then at least trust the fact that I'm not about to let myself die without a fight. I have the blood of three lives on my hands, of three wishes that never got to be granted. So if I don't try, with every last breath, to get through this... then what kind of person does that make me? What does that say about their worth, or how willing I might be to redeem myself?
...
I'm not about to do anything stupid. We need to get as many people out of here as possible, and that means actually working together this time. But I'm going to defend myself if I'm in danger.
[ Again Yu stares at him, but now his brow knits, his emotions open on his face. Uncertainty, a great deal of internal conflict, a certain kind of sympathy. He'll frown when Guy emphasizes three lives, murmuring: ]
Of course.
[ to himself, but not otherwise interrupting.
Again there's a gap of silence, but this one isn't so cold, so uncaring. Yu rubs his face. ]
Good. [ roughly. ] Good. Little you might believe me, but I don't want anything to happen to you. Not just for their sake, and not just for Luke's sake.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He stares down at that mixed look, the switch in posture so vibrant that for a moment, it feels like he's looking at Luke, vividly angry one second and torn down by crippling guilt the next.
...
His approach is slow, crouching down in front of Yu with his arms against his knees, fingers intertwined. It might be a more intimate moment, were they not at odds with one another. As it stands, it's just to make sure he can keep his tone low in volume... and surprisingly soft in tone.]
I meant what I said. I don't expect you to trust me again. Not in the way you tried to do before I broke your view of me into pieces.
If you can't do that in any good faith... then at least trust the fact that I'm not about to let myself die without a fight. I have the blood of three lives on my hands, of three wishes that never got to be granted. So if I don't try, with every last breath, to get through this... then what kind of person does that make me? What does that say about their worth, or how willing I might be to redeem myself?
...
I'm not about to do anything stupid. We need to get as many people out of here as possible, and that means actually working together this time. But I'm going to defend myself if I'm in danger.
I have to.
no subject
Of course.
[ to himself, but not otherwise interrupting.
Again there's a gap of silence, but this one isn't so cold, so uncaring. Yu rubs his face. ]
Good. [ roughly. ] Good. Little you might believe me, but I don't want anything to happen to you. Not just for their sake, and not just for Luke's sake.