[ No one approached him like this before. It's still something Setsuna has to adjust to. Yet, he still questions exactly that. Should he? Is it all right for him to do so? He doesn't know... It's less about shyness, but more of a loss. He doesn't understand any of this. He doesn't... know how to react. He's always lived minimizing or cancelling out his emotions, yet he's being told so bluntly to bring them out, when he has always kept them away as a means of protecting himself and those around him. It's not that easy for him... Indeed, it's difficult.
Setsuna didn't want to be hurt all over again. He didn't want to start questioning himself all over again. Every time he opened up to someone in the past, they've always ended up being the worst. They either led to betrayal or they led to endangering the people he cared for. That's why... it's not that simple for him. As Gilgamesh compels him, he remains with the same expression. It's not only difficult to do, but it's ironically also difficult to hold back. It's not that he doesn't want to. He believes in smiling when one is happy, too. But he still is figuring out, how much is too much, how many times should he display himself in front of someone... He doesn't know how to.
He wants to smile, he does. But he also wants to explain just how hard it is for him. He can envy those like this charming King who can freely express themselves without holding back. His eyes speak for him again, the words that he can't place. He looks at him closely, then eventually moving his own two hands forward. In a familiar gesture, he cups those cheeks in front of him. And they say, "Will you teach me?" ]
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Setsuna didn't want to be hurt all over again. He didn't want to start questioning himself all over again. Every time he opened up to someone in the past, they've always ended up being the worst. They either led to betrayal or they led to endangering the people he cared for. That's why... it's not that simple for him. As Gilgamesh compels him, he remains with the same expression. It's not only difficult to do, but it's ironically also difficult to hold back. It's not that he doesn't want to. He believes in smiling when one is happy, too. But he still is figuring out, how much is too much, how many times should he display himself in front of someone... He doesn't know how to.
He wants to smile, he does. But he also wants to explain just how hard it is for him. He can envy those like this charming King who can freely express themselves without holding back. His eyes speak for him again, the words that he can't place. He looks at him closely, then eventually moving his own two hands forward. In a familiar gesture, he cups those cheeks in front of him. And they say, "Will you teach me?" ]