[ Even though Setsuna vowed long ago not to give in to his own emotions, as it was necessary to survive as well as become proper a Gundam Meister, he knows that he can't completely stop his heart. Even as he's telling himself now to keep it up, his renewed calm, he's finding himself slipping at the edge once more because of each one of them. Stop it, stop it, he repeats within his mind, because he isn't supposed to let anything confuse him anymore.
But it's too difficult. They've already messed him up. They've all become this close, that's why they're all like this — feeling as if they've not done enough, feeling dreaded that they can't do enough. It's because of little things that all rooted because of deep, emotional care for each other that they're in this position now. All of them here lost something, and they're all equally strong, so they all think they can remain strong...
Setsuna tells himself this, though his expression is slowly breaking again. He can't just keep himself from changing around these people. These people who keep telling him that he's family, that he matters, that each and every one of them are loved. Even though he's just an empty being meant to take away lives... These people have found a reason to bring him here right now, feed him, comfort him, and sing for him. Even though he keeps saying it might be futile or painful to care for him, they didn't listen.
They found reasons to love, these three make such an amazing family... They all have such bright charisma. He's always been the enigma meanwhile, isolated for many reasons, and he can't even find the words. Maybe he still doesn't want to speak anymore. Every time he does, something always goes wrong. Even so, he wants to find a way to say it too — they're not the only one who is doing their best to love one another. He doesn't know how... he probably will never know how, but he will never give up trying either.
"Please, let them reach it this time."
Setsuna abruptly stands up, eyebrows furrowing as he stares at the food on the table. Vietnamese food, Korean food, and Middle Eastern food... There's a piece of each of them on this table, sealing the reality that they really have become each other's family. Even though he feels alien to this table even now, he can't deny anything either. They've accepted him... Even though he's like this, they've accepted him. What can he say in this situation? How can he say, "I love you" to each of them?
"I love you all so much."
An immediate movement comes to Setsuna, raising an arm to his face as he conceals half of it. His eyes are blurring, indicating a building pressure within his eyes. He lowers his head to hide them completely, then leaves his seat in favor of grabbing each of their hands. He keeps that same hold on Jae-ha's, then moves on to take Vietnam's, and finally... He takes Gilgamesh's as well. He drags each of them together with his considerate strength and presses everyone together. Still with a lowered head, he does his best to embrace them with his short arms. These three...
"I am sorry for being the way I am. But I really do love you all. I will... I want to keep improving myself, so I can reach out to you better than before." ]
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But it's too difficult. They've already messed him up. They've all become this close, that's why they're all like this — feeling as if they've not done enough, feeling dreaded that they can't do enough. It's because of little things that all rooted because of deep, emotional care for each other that they're in this position now. All of them here lost something, and they're all equally strong, so they all think they can remain strong...
Setsuna tells himself this, though his expression is slowly breaking again. He can't just keep himself from changing around these people. These people who keep telling him that he's family, that he matters, that each and every one of them are loved. Even though he's just an empty being meant to take away lives... These people have found a reason to bring him here right now, feed him, comfort him, and sing for him. Even though he keeps saying it might be futile or painful to care for him, they didn't listen.
They found reasons to love, these three make such an amazing family... They all have such bright charisma. He's always been the enigma meanwhile, isolated for many reasons, and he can't even find the words. Maybe he still doesn't want to speak anymore. Every time he does, something always goes wrong. Even so, he wants to find a way to say it too — they're not the only one who is doing their best to love one another. He doesn't know how... he probably will never know how, but he will never give up trying either.
"Please, let them reach it this time."
Setsuna abruptly stands up, eyebrows furrowing as he stares at the food on the table. Vietnamese food, Korean food, and Middle Eastern food... There's a piece of each of them on this table, sealing the reality that they really have become each other's family. Even though he feels alien to this table even now, he can't deny anything either. They've accepted him... Even though he's like this, they've accepted him. What can he say in this situation? How can he say, "I love you" to each of them?
"I love you all so much."
An immediate movement comes to Setsuna, raising an arm to his face as he conceals half of it. His eyes are blurring, indicating a building pressure within his eyes. He lowers his head to hide them completely, then leaves his seat in favor of grabbing each of their hands. He keeps that same hold on Jae-ha's, then moves on to take Vietnam's, and finally... He takes Gilgamesh's as well. He drags each of them together with his considerate strength and presses everyone together. Still with a lowered head, he does his best to embrace them with his short arms. These three...
"I am sorry for being the way I am. But I really do love you all. I will... I want to keep improving myself, so I can reach out to you better than before." ]