In the end, Zamasu shies from uttering the question on the tip of his tongue, but what he does manage to say, or doesn’t, is enough. The words, bitten off, hang heavy in the air between them like the cloying thickness of an Earth summer.
Shin looks at him as though recognizing him fully for the first time in weeks.
“--Is that what you’ve been thinking all this time?” he says at last. (It is, he realizes almost immediately as the question leaves him. He knows it is.) On a whim he turns, drawing with gentle insistence upon Zamasu’s arm until they face each other more fully, whether he likes it or not. He looks past the long, loose fall of Zamasu’s hair; finds and meets those grey eyes.
Don’t you know it’s him that I’ll never forgive? Don’t you know that yet?
“All this time, since you returned here with me? That I’m angry with you?”
[ @zamcsu ]












