❛ you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to. ❜ -Ophelia
Sentimentality was so easily exploitable. This face; Suguru Geto— was loved by many people. Despite his shortcomings, despite the things he did. He was loved. Without that love he wouldn't of been able to acquire this body.
Ophelia was not so much of an enigma anymore, but still strange enough that he didn't mind her hovering. She didn't really interfere with his plans, didn't slow him down. Not that she could- even with her innate nature being what it is. Ken/jaku figures that she lingers because of the face he wears. And he allows that grief to linger, for her to touch when she asks, and cope with conversation. It isn't as if she doesn't know, as if he needs to pretend to be someone he isn't.
' you could stay the night if you wanted to ... '
He stops. Tilts his head, and turns to look at her. For something so inhuman, she certainly felt like one. Acted like one. In a way it almost disappointed him, though he did a very good job of not showing it. Sizing her up in a way, with an unreadable expression- looming, the finer details of his form shadowed by the light that buzzes from the ceiling behind him.
No. He doesn't want to stay.
Not because the idea repulses him, but because it bores him. Because he has other things to do. But there is the faintest trickle of curiosity, something slowly forming in the back of his mind. Wondering what would come of it, if anything. Would she finally break down and confess how furious she is at him. Would she lash out, would she beg him to let go of this body— would she reach for it?
His expression softens just a little. " Is that what you want? "
random dialogue / @cursedblessed