𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 — 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊.

[sacral]

EVEN WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

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[hallowedly]

What is this? Reassurance? Comfort?

[sacral]

...A reminder. Though maybe not for you.

[hallowedly]

Shall we make a bet?

[sacral]

Of what nature?

[hallowedly]

My death. Has it cleaned our slate?

I suspect not.

[sacral]

[ Knowledge he would have to confront sooner or later. Sorrow stirred, blossom broken, guard flayed by the Murmur's dream-touch made corporeal. ]

I thought it would. But I'm not so sure, now.

[hallowedly]

In fact, this dissatisfaction will keep building.

My bet is you'll be back for round two within the year.

[sacral]

Maybe it will. But I won't bet on your life. Or... is it better to accept, and bet against you?

[hallowedly]

Subaru-kun, it's all right. I forgive you.

1/2.

[sacral]

[ If "This fucking guy" was distilled into a single, raw, reeling cosmic pinpoint of emotion. ]

2/2.

[sacral]

[ But perhaps he's just too used to unfairness. ]

Is that so?

[ Is it? ]

[hallowedly]

( As it were, protracted. )

...every illusion is a beautiful dream dressed into being.

I've spoken the words. So they must be.

[sacral]

I've seen just how beautiful you can make them.

Are all words spoken capable of being enshrined as truth?

[hallowedly]

If you have the strength to make your will someone else's reality.

[sacral]

My will is my own.

[hallowedly]

Then what illusion will you weave?

[sacral]

It seems like I won't.

[hallowedly]

Then, take the bet.

[sacral]

A mirror image again.

Fine, I'll take it.

[hallowedly]

No stakes?

[sacral]

They'll shift.

[hallowedly]

What do you want, really? It will come to that. It always comes to that.

[sacral]

Would you ever allow it?

[hallowedly]

When have I been so uncivil not to honour stakes?

[sacral]

It was never that your sensibilities were concealed.

I want answers.