[ Gilgamesh may say that Setsuna knows all those things and more, but he struggles with each and every one of them. He's been trained to adjust to any situation, so that's all he does out of reflex and limited knowledge. He honestly had no idea on how to handle children back then, he was only acting according to the flow. Just as he was trained to do. Just as he faces everything else. If he was asked about it, he wouldn't know how to answer at all.
How did he delight those children? All he did was draw with them. It was those children who told him to do it, and so he did. He wasn't even good at it... He still doesn't know how it happened. That entire time, he kept wondering as well if he had any right to be there. He came because it was a job, because he needed the money to live on... Despite that, he knew within him that he wasn't meant to be among those innocent hearts. It was a little suffocating. It was no different from standing underneath a spotlight.
Setsuna returns a tight hold as their hands join. Maybe tighter than he intended. As he thinks about this further, it only brings him further into confusion. He doesn't want to think about it, so he won't. He shakes his head a little. ]
I only know the life in the battlefield...
[ That's why Setsuna couldn't accept Gilgamesh's love back then. The King should know this, especially that he's seen and is aware of the young Meister's core. Always isolated, can never fit among others... He's become so desensitized towards everything, that he sees everything black and white. When he stares at a beautiful field of flowers, all he sees is a distant future that he's trying so hard to fight for. ]
Even so, you accepted me for it. You...
[ —like me for it. Thinking about that makes his frozen eyes a little moist. How can he leave ever leave someone like that? Someone who understands him. ]
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[ Gilgamesh may say that Setsuna knows all those things and more, but he struggles with each and every one of them. He's been trained to adjust to any situation, so that's all he does out of reflex and limited knowledge. He honestly had no idea on how to handle children back then, he was only acting according to the flow. Just as he was trained to do. Just as he faces everything else. If he was asked about it, he wouldn't know how to answer at all.
How did he delight those children? All he did was draw with them. It was those children who told him to do it, and so he did. He wasn't even good at it... He still doesn't know how it happened. That entire time, he kept wondering as well if he had any right to be there. He came because it was a job, because he needed the money to live on... Despite that, he knew within him that he wasn't meant to be among those innocent hearts. It was a little suffocating. It was no different from standing underneath a spotlight.
Setsuna returns a tight hold as their hands join. Maybe tighter than he intended. As he thinks about this further, it only brings him further into confusion. He doesn't want to think about it, so he won't. He shakes his head a little. ]
I only know the life in the battlefield...
[ That's why Setsuna couldn't accept Gilgamesh's love back then. The King should know this, especially that he's seen and is aware of the young Meister's core. Always isolated, can never fit among others... He's become so desensitized towards everything, that he sees everything black and white. When he stares at a beautiful field of flowers, all he sees is a distant future that he's trying so hard to fight for. ]
Even so, you accepted me for it. You...
[ —like me for it. Thinking about that makes his frozen eyes a little moist. How can he leave ever leave someone like that? Someone who understands him. ]