garmr: (golden age)
Guts ([personal profile] garmr) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-07-03 11:27 pm (UTC)

"I know that..." he cuts in with a minor protest, but stops to let Aren finish.

Guts understood the fear. Fear made sense to him in an intrinsic way. They'd been enemies not even two days ago, and he didn't half-ass his attempts to kill his enemy. What he didn't understand was the kindness. Why was this one acting so different to all the rest? Why not be more cautious, as they ought to be? Vena may have been ordered to chaperone him, but the rest were under no such obligations.

The answer doesn't satisfy him. He catches the familiar resemblance, a trick of the light, but doesn't think to ask. He doesn't make a habit of poking into people's pasts. Instead, he sits there, frustrated with how out-of-place he felt in his bizarre town.

"You're wasting your sympathy," he decides to say.

He didn't want it, and he didn't need Aren's nor Lashan's pity. He decides the option that will give him the least headache is to just keep eating, so the next piece of bread disappears in his mouth. The faster he heals up, that faster he can get back to the solitude he craved more and more with each passing day.

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