You would never feel sorry for yourself. You've made that pretty clear.
[some things are just meant to be. despite holly heights being a community where tragedy isn't meant to exist, where children and adults can live however long as a family unit regardless of their previously existing circumstance, there are things that never heal. a boy like badou, hijikata has figured, doesn't suffer over quantity of material possessions. much like he himself, what badou considered more important that barrels of gold and abundance of property was likely centred around something--someone.]
[he reacts impulsively and through a mix of emotions when certain terms are mentioned even if not meant to scratch at the surface of what is wrong. hijikata is no mind reader, but there's a connection that reaches out regardless of not knowing the whole story, and--besides--lost children are at times the easiest to read if one looks at the right angles.]
[beneath the thorns and the blood, there is something still vibrantly red and hurting. he gets that.]
Oi. How bad did you fuck up this time?
[now that the pack was taken, he puts down a lighter, calmly and gentle, in retrospect.]
Re: action
[some things are just meant to be. despite holly heights being a community where tragedy isn't meant to exist, where children and adults can live however long as a family unit regardless of their previously existing circumstance, there are things that never heal. a boy like badou, hijikata has figured, doesn't suffer over quantity of material possessions. much like he himself, what badou considered more important that barrels of gold and abundance of property was likely centred around something--someone.]
[he reacts impulsively and through a mix of emotions when certain terms are mentioned even if not meant to scratch at the surface of what is wrong. hijikata is no mind reader, but there's a connection that reaches out regardless of not knowing the whole story, and--besides--lost children are at times the easiest to read if one looks at the right angles.]
[beneath the thorns and the blood, there is something still vibrantly red and hurting. he gets that.]
Oi. How bad did you fuck up this time?
[now that the pack was taken, he puts down a lighter, calmly and gentle, in retrospect.]