[He does remember those euphoric moments working together where escape seemed so close, that he's since kicked himself for falling for. Twice over now. Would the third time really be the charm? Escape really is the only option, though. And...
He wants to. That's the thing. He wants to, he genuinely does. There's times when the layers of shell he's constructed around himself feel natural, a part and extension of him, and times, like now, where they feel suffocating and as much of an enclosing as the situation he made them for. Prying it open feels like it's attacking him, or he's attacking himself, fighting over every centimeter of held, exposed air. He looks away from her, because he can't look at her.]
Ahaha... all that... let's call it water under the bridge.
[Bundle things up nice and neat and pretend they didn't happen. He's done that for advantage before, hasn't he? It's fine. First main game? What's that? Looking at it that way, this is a massive opportunity, and not a mistake. It's all about how you see it.
She's right in that directly offering anything would put the guard and hackles he's struggling to keep down back up again. Despite the proffered facade of a cleared slate for both of them, the resume of her past actions is what's speaking for her now, and, well... she saved Kanna.
That's a big weight to put on one side of the scales.]
I look forward to working with you, Miss Sara. [He says, like this is a job interview.] I'd ask if you want to shake on it but... [THAT RECONCILIATION KARMA] Why don't we just high-five instead.
[Something about that same customer service grin is more genuine, clear-eyed when he holds up his hand. He half expects her to just leave him hanging.]
*sou voice* hang on i have to do some psychic surgery on myself real quick
[He does remember those euphoric moments working together where escape seemed so close, that he's since kicked himself for falling for. Twice over now. Would the third time really be the charm? Escape really is the only option, though. And...
He wants to. That's the thing. He wants to, he genuinely does. There's times when the layers of shell he's constructed around himself feel natural, a part and extension of him, and times, like now, where they feel suffocating and as much of an enclosing as the situation he made them for. Prying it open feels like it's attacking him, or he's attacking himself, fighting over every centimeter of held, exposed air. He looks away from her, because he can't look at her.]
Ahaha... all that... let's call it water under the bridge.
[Bundle things up nice and neat and pretend they didn't happen. He's done that for advantage before, hasn't he? It's fine. First main game? What's that? Looking at it that way, this is a massive opportunity, and not a mistake. It's all about how you see it.
She's right in that directly offering anything would put the guard and hackles he's struggling to keep down back up again. Despite the proffered facade of a cleared slate for both of them, the resume of her past actions is what's speaking for her now, and, well... she saved Kanna.
That's a big weight to put on one side of the scales.]
I look forward to working with you, Miss Sara. [He says, like this is a job interview.] I'd ask if you want to shake on it but... [THAT RECONCILIATION KARMA] Why don't we just high-five instead.
[Something about that same customer service grin is more genuine, clear-eyed when he holds up his hand. He half expects her to just leave him hanging.]