furybuilt.
she doesn’t know how to help him. her words are just going in one ear, and out the other. it makes her feel completely useless—-but this isn’t about her. this is about him. “tell me how to help you.” kore looks at him imploringly, her smaller fingers intertwining with his own as she shifts to sit beside him on the floor, hoping that he won’t just push her away instead.
❝ i-i-i don’t know. ❞ he wants out. he knows he can’t though. he has a responsibility to the town and everyone in it. what would his dad think of him now? falling apart, showing the very emotions he was taught to suppress. ❝ i’mjust---i’mterrified and i hate it. i hate being weak. i hate being a soldier. i hate knowing i’m going to die on a cold fucking mountain. ❞ he doesn’t want to be forgotten or become another case of ‘it was bound to happen sometime’. he wants something better out of life.








