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“People like me... yeah, I suppose.”
He supposes he should be rather proud that Kanda can’t actually tell his real opinion of the silence. It all depended on the situations that he’s experienced. There’s been the silence of being with Bookman–comfort, freedom, knowing–and then there’s the silence of being on the job–dangerous, lurking in the shadows, boding ill will.
Then there’s the alone quiet. The redhead is still not aware of how well he can handle that, always at least enjoying the sound of scratching pens and pencils over parchment and paper, the quiet steps of people walking in, around, and out of the library.
“You like the silence then?”
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The other Exorcist’s reaction is enough to bring him a moment of pause, and his cobalt gaze gradually shifts from one colourful burst of red to the next: the carmine of the other’s hair. He eyes him for a few minutes of complete silence, seemingly ignorant to his question whilst actually contemplating it; perhaps there was more to this ‘talk’ than he’d initially thought.
“I guess,” he grumbles, finally relenting to the other’s ‘demands’. “The silence has something that conversation doesn’t. I thought that you would understand that.” He pauses for a moment. “I don’t know what’s going on in that mind of yours, but you’d better shape up before he finds out.”
