-- continued from x. | @hciwa
You’re not me.
Though he hadn’t expected an approving reaction, the words sting deeper than he would have initially thought. Reading the denial and fear and even anger on his mirror’s face is wounding, like a knife twisted into his back. Genji doesn’t even register the absurdity of the situation, doesn’t bother thinking about whether this is real or a dream or anything not reality.
The feeling of melancholy sours, twisting into something else, dark and conflicted. Behind his visor, brows pinch together; the only thing he can feel, not his fingers curling into fists.
“ No? ” Were this so much as a year ago, he’s positive he would have reached out, balled the little sparrow’s shirt into his fists and pulled him close, unbearably close, but as it is, Genji stands statue-still, as if he were reflective first and foremost.
Predictable, in hindsight. Somehow, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
“ It doesn’t matter what you think. You’ll end up just like this anyway. ” Nothing can save you from this.