[ He knows better, or should know better, than to keep reaching out. Once bitten, twice shy, except the second part never follows. He doesn't know why he does it, trying to understand these mages who are so similar and yet so different from him. Maybe he's trying to find a reflection...
He doesn't know, really. Feelings are hard. Sorting out motivations for everything, putting it into words he can grasp, is harder.
The question gets a sharp shrug, a reflexive answer. ] Dunno. [ After a moment, though: ] It's too much. I think. I wanna be by myself.
[ He pulls himself up on the rock he's sitting on, half-curling in on himself, one knee up to support the hand his chin is now resting on. ] What else'm I supposed to do? It's not like me fighting you is gonna get you to like me.
[ He glances at the Waltz, and then looks away. There's a little frustration in there, but as always with Vivi, there's a bit of sadness too. He's always hurt when these attempts end in failure, never hardening; it makes him an eternally easy target. ]
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He doesn't know, really. Feelings are hard. Sorting out motivations for everything, putting it into words he can grasp, is harder.
The question gets a sharp shrug, a reflexive answer. ] Dunno. [ After a moment, though: ] It's too much. I think. I wanna be by myself.
[ He pulls himself up on the rock he's sitting on, half-curling in on himself, one knee up to support the hand his chin is now resting on. ] What else'm I supposed to do? It's not like me fighting you is gonna get you to like me.
[ He glances at the Waltz, and then looks away. There's a little frustration in there, but as always with Vivi, there's a bit of sadness too. He's always hurt when these attempts end in failure, never hardening; it makes him an eternally easy target. ]