he's heard that a lot. from ackerly after they escaped from the base. from lia whenever she helped soothe his fears away. from calia upon revealing to him that she was actually reality lost.
it's been told to him, time and again, and he's always found it difficult to believe. not because he wants to be stubborn, god no. it's just- it's just he finds himself set in his way, like the way the marks of the garden and the grove are set in him.
but hearing it, time and again, has helped. it helped him accept it. it helped him believe it more. it helped him think maybe there's a chance and he won't feel like a fraud for it.
hearing it from don after all he had seen here is⦠a comfort. a relief even. ]
I know. It's just- Fuck.
[ the lab is a distant memory now, opaque and yet see through like one is seeing it through frosted glass. the apartment takes over, his feelings of the others dominating his thoughts, and soon Don and him are in a room that is littered with half-eaten takeout and rolls of cloth that is scattered across the furniture.
it also seems⦠distant. like how the furniture is out of reach, how the takeout is turned in a way that one cannot see where it came from, how the photos found in the room seem to have only a dark-haired boy and a girl with the bluest eyes. ]
Shit! I'm sorry, Don. I don't- I didn't want this to be the way you found out.
no subject
huh.
he's heard that a lot. from ackerly after they escaped from the base. from lia whenever she helped soothe his fears away. from calia upon revealing to him that she was actually reality lost.
it's been told to him, time and again, and he's always found it difficult to believe. not because he wants to be stubborn, god no. it's just- it's just he finds himself set in his way, like the way the marks of the garden and the grove are set in him.
but hearing it, time and again, has helped. it helped him accept it. it helped him believe it more. it helped him think maybe there's a chance and he won't feel like a fraud for it.
hearing it from don after all he had seen here is⦠a comfort. a relief even. ]
I know. It's just- Fuck.
[ the lab is a distant memory now, opaque and yet see through like one is seeing it through frosted glass. the apartment takes over, his feelings of the others dominating his thoughts, and soon Don and him are in a room that is littered with half-eaten takeout and rolls of cloth that is scattered across the furniture.
it also seems⦠distant. like how the furniture is out of reach, how the takeout is turned in a way that one cannot see where it came from, how the photos found in the room seem to have only a dark-haired boy and a girl with the bluest eyes. ]
Shit! I'm sorry, Don. I don't- I didn't want this to be the way you found out.