evidently being a child so philosophically adept was not something immediately worth praise (although that was sure to come after), rather a foreboding sense of understanding that reminded him of himself in his younger years. once so vibrant and full of life, he’d been hurt and used for every last drop of ambition he had. both physically and emotionally, he’d been isolated. what he went through forced him to mature and grow far faster than he felt he was supposed to, even if only in hindsight. it was that stink of familiarity that made geno’s heart drop to his gut. what had they been through?
❝ — i swear, it almost feels like i’m talking to myself at... probably around your age. ❞ he laughed bitterly, watching the blossom swirl. others still rooted to the ground swayed beneath them without a care. ❝ humans —— even stars —— can be very toxic. you’re right. that said... while some humans can’t be tended to, some are open to it —— little kids especially. if their parents are well and good, and they’re given their best, they’ll likely become their best and give that to others, yeah? ❞
for someone put through the wringer of hell with their own kin, however, he knew how unbelievable it sounded. he understood it firsthand. gently, a hand was placed on their shoulder, supportive and not deceptive as the pretty flowers. ❝ it’s not always the case, though. i may not be human, but i wasn’t given my best, and you... ❞ his heart ached with empathy, his frown surely not enough to properly convey it.
❝ — you weren’t either, were you? ❞
