[ No, no. Setsuna didn't want to trouble anyone... Thoughts of wanting to help out is still roaming within him, but it's being stomped upon by the heave of unknown emotions. Emotions that he can't recognize, simply because he chose not to. There was no need. At least, not until now. He really is a mess... He wants to seek understanding so much, but he can't comprehend himself. He knows who he is, he knows what he must do... He doesn't need anything else, so these unnecessary luggage is making him sick.
Various voices resonate in his mind. Voices of people he knew from home, and those who he came to know here... Their words fill him, turning into a dissonance of screams. "There are many ways to live outside of fighting!" Her voice most of all strikes him the heaviest. And again, all he could reply with is, I cannot think of any... He doesn't know, he doesn't know, he doesn't know! He wants to one day come to know, but right now, he really can't come up with an answer... And then the King's voice tells him to rest.
Rest...
His heart calms by that one word, allowing himself into ease. He has time... Too much of it, even. He doesn't need to hurry with discovering what he's yet to see before him. He doesn't want to run too fast and trip to the ground. As Gilgamesh's kiss settles him further, he decides to move his hands to redirect the King's own to cover his ears. For now, he just wants to block everything out of his head. ]
King... Has anyone ever told you that your hands are calming?
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Various voices resonate in his mind. Voices of people he knew from home, and those who he came to know here... Their words fill him, turning into a dissonance of screams. "There are many ways to live outside of fighting!" Her voice most of all strikes him the heaviest. And again, all he could reply with is, I cannot think of any... He doesn't know, he doesn't know, he doesn't know! He wants to one day come to know, but right now, he really can't come up with an answer... And then the King's voice tells him to rest.
Rest...
His heart calms by that one word, allowing himself into ease. He has time... Too much of it, even. He doesn't need to hurry with discovering what he's yet to see before him. He doesn't want to run too fast and trip to the ground. As Gilgamesh's kiss settles him further, he decides to move his hands to redirect the King's own to cover his ears. For now, he just wants to block everything out of his head. ]
King... Has anyone ever told you that your hands are calming?