Yoru knows what it’s like. He knows his own mind, a little bit too well sometimes. He remembered the fear, the uncertainty, all of the anxiety and everything he’d been going through back at the start. Before he’d agreed to stay with Namine. Before he’d met Kal, the Sora he was introduced to as Arias. Before he’d learned how to put his trust in someone else. Not everyone wanted to do harm, not everyone didn’t care. It was just… really hard, letting someone help. He remember that, he still struggled with that.
He understood, not wanting to open up himself to others. It was safer that way, but it wasn’t better.
“I picked a different name. It… took awhile. You’ll find one you like. It took me a half dozen tries before I decided on Yoru.” He’d gone through quite a few, but none of them had felt quite right. The mansion’s residents had been very understanding, using whatever name he asked them to, until he finally settled on the one that was firmly ‘his.’
“And I’m not trying to gain anything. I just… want to help.” A pause, a thoughtful one. “I guess… all I gain is knowing that I helped someone avoid the same mistakes I made. I regret a lot of the stuff I did. Running away. Not letting anyone help me.”
“No one should have to go through that. Especially not another Replica. Just because we were made doesn’t mean we don’t have just as much right to exist as everyone else.”
no way is it that easy. sure, he explains the process of how difficult it was to come up with a name, but no way would it take away all the damage left behind by holding the label of ‘fake’ in the first place. how was having a new name supposed to change him and make him feel like his own person when he’s as fake as it gets? it doesn’t make any sense and it never will no matter how much he wants to delude himself into thinking such a thing could ever come true.
“yoru, huh?” his nose wrinkles as the name rolls off his tongue, feeling wrong, wrong, wrong when he tries to attach the name to the face. he really can’t be serious. how was he ‘yoru’ when he was riku replica ( or just replica ) until the day he dies? so very delusional: he can’t get those words from echoing in his mind.
“that’s ridiculous. we’re replicas and i could never pick a name for myself; i’m only a replica and we both know that. isn’t that lying to yourself? trying to be something you’re not? you know how far that’s gotten you the first time, remember?” murder; he’s got blood on his hands all to obtain a power -- something that wasn’t riku’s.
“i still don’t get why you want to help me out. no one is that nice, so why are you trying to be?” he does say that he wanted replica to not go through the same track as him, but was that really it? he can’t help but doubt, especially since trust has only gotten him so far. “what do you want from me?”
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