[what about those who wish to choose you and you can be a choice as well, subaru strike him so much he can't hide how taken aback he is, eyes widening. they stay that way just a moment before he looks away, ashamed, and then tucks more into the cot.

damn, he's a real shitty person.]

... Even now, yeah, I guess I am. I mean, one of the people who knows chose me after the fact, and... even if the other took some time, they accepted it, too. Not that I'd call them happy about it or anything, but... They talk to me, at least.

[which was a relief then, and is clearly a relief now. he's a choice too... it'll have to be a sentiment he repeats to himself, to erode the cracked wall he'd begun to put around himself in fear, but midori is right.]

So... should I like, be honest then? And tell the rest of 'em what's up.