"I've noticed," she returns just as quietly. "The way you flinch sometimes--or the way you grow very still, when I get near." It's been difficult not to notice those moments, even if she's moved past them like she hasn't. Again, she thought maybe it would get easier if she didn't call attention to his struggle. She's not so sure that's the case anymore. It's only made it difficult for him in other ways...
He rehashes all the ways that he's different from normal hollows, and she nods along, her gaze drawn from the horizon and over to him. She smiles gently, her heart aching for him in more ways than one. Sadness. Pride. Sympathy. Hope.
"That's what I mean," she says with a small laugh. "Making a plan at all... Sticking to it, even when it doesn't go exactly as you imagined. It takes a lot of strength to choose. A lot of willpower to know what you want by instinct--but to want something different, something more by choice."
She reaches over to him, brushing his hair back with one hand and affectionately tucking it behind his ear. "I thought you should know... I didn't mean you, with what I wrote earlier. I wanted you to know that I know you're trying, and that I admire you for every day that you choose to keep this path."
There's a flash of something that could very well be taken as guilt, or at least unhappiness, that she apparently noticed that not once, but again and again. For one reason or another, that's pretty shameful.
But she doesn't look at it that way. Not if the way she's smiling says anything, and he thinks it does. She laughs bright even when she's hurting. And she is, isn't she? Over this and... a lot of other things.
It's with a rough and quiet voice he says, "It's what we're good at. Ichigo and I." Choosing, making things happening out of accordance to rules or fate, pushing on. Even when they fail they come back around... or Ichigo does.
He doesn't pull away or tense so hard this time, as she runs her hand through his hair. It still hurts, and she could probably spot it in the corner of his eyes, but he closes them too for a moment to try and relax under her hand and simply feel. He gives a cautious glance then, and after a good long pause, he dares to shuffle over slightly, a little closer to her.
"You must have been pretty afraid, when it was happening to you. If you really remember all that, I don't know." He spares another quick glance her way. "Ichigo was afraid. Sometimes I think that's another part of what made me so angry, that he doesn't deal with any part of this but he can take it upon himself to be scared of me. But that's a moot argument now. What I wanted say was that, back then, finding out I was connected to you, it helped me. Knowing all that was the one thing to prove to me that I've still got just as much right to be here as anyone, because I would've been here no matter what. And now here you are. With Ichigo, I'd always see what I was afraid of when it was too late. But you actually give me a reason to try." He wishes so bad he had his mask. He wishes his voice sounded less choked. "I was running out of those, before you came. Which is why, whether you had meant that to me or not, I wanted to be sure that the next I saw you, I could face you properly." Which he's not doing now, but she did come to him.
He scoots closer and says those things that make her heart hurt all the more for him. That Ichigo had been afraid; That he had been running out of reasons to try--and that she had given him a new one. The urge to hug him is a strong one, and she succumbs to it by reaching her arm gently around his shoulder and pulling him closer to clear that last bit of space between them. Close enough that he can rest his head on her shoulder if he likes.
"I... do remember some things from back then," she admits, quiet though her voice may be. "I remember the darkness, and... I remember some part of me being scared. But I remember being sure that someone would help me. I didn't know who at the time, but I knew... If I could just hold on long enough, someone would be there to save me."
"Sometimes all we need is that one small hope to give us a reason to hold on. And if that's what you need, then... I'm so glad to give you that. But I'm not going to judge you. We can't control our instincts. We only control what we do with them... And I'm already proud of you." On that topic, she doesn't feel that he needs to push himself any further. And more importantly, she doesn't feel that he needs to judge himself for how far he's come.
"You don't have to find a way to face me properly--whatever that's supposed to mean. You can just face me as you are, and I'll accept that. And if it's not where you want to be, then I'll help get you there, so you can keep facing yourself. So you can find the person that you want to be."
The space between them closes up, that last safety net and divide gone in one. He swallows done the fear and stays in her grip. Slowly, hesitantly, he takes the unspoken invitation and leans his head upon her shoulder. When she tells of darkness he remembers his own, the spaces in between, the places he used to live, came to exist in more than any place else. He never thought he could be saved, but he hoped he might be able to save himself. One way or another. But still, a hope nevertheless.
It's barely much of one. He doesn't get to keep her. She absolutely doesn't get to keep him, if she'd really want to when faced with all she's missed so much. By that time though, it won't matter. Once he's back with Ichigo, for all he hates the restriction of that life, that very same restriction does offer some small peace of mind. And he'll get to see her... every day, even if he doesn't get to say a thing, even he feels a million miles away, he'll see her.
It's hard to swallow, the pride she claims to have. Even harder are the words that follow. He hasn't been able to face her for about as long as she's been gone. Since she died. Since they fought fisher and swore to beat him, and that only then... but then so many things got in the way. He became himself and he forgot what he was scowling for. The world came back to bite. Finally, he found her again, and he's been back and forth since. Is he where he wants to be? Is he really the person he wants to be?
"I don't know. I thought I liked who I was. Even if no one else did." He falls quiet, the 'but' settled in there clear as day all the same. "... Things haven't gone well for me. But I want them to. I don't want you to be afraid of me." He doesn't want a few people to be afraid him, if he could admit that much. "Maybe it's not about facing you anymore. I just know I don't want to see the day where you can't face me. I could... bear it. But I don't want to. I want to believe your pride isn't misplaced. Maybe if I knew the lines I could be more certain what not to cross. Or if I was sure I could get us home faster than anything could happen."
His words tug on her heart so much. He doesn't want her to be afraid of him... The words sit on her tongue, but she can't say them. She can't promise that she won't ever be afraid of him. That's not a promise that either of them would believe.
But he goes on, and there's one thing that she's sure that she can promise him. She rests her head against his and speaks quietly to him. "You won't have to bear it. There's no line that you could cross that I wouldn't be able to face you. I'm not ashamed of the person you are. And I know, no matter what happens, you'll keep trying to be the best that you can."
He wouldn't believe her, that's true. She's better saving those words.
He's just not sure he believes what she says either. Even with his head on her shoulder and her leaning on him. He stares out and says, "Really?" He sounds doubtful and tired but not angry.
"I've hurt Ichigo you know. I did it on purpose, when I was angry. I made him scared. And together we've hurt one of his friends. How do you know I haven't already crossed the line and I just haven't told you?"
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on 2018-10-21 04:39 am (UTC)He rehashes all the ways that he's different from normal hollows, and she nods along, her gaze drawn from the horizon and over to him. She smiles gently, her heart aching for him in more ways than one. Sadness. Pride. Sympathy. Hope.
"That's what I mean," she says with a small laugh. "Making a plan at all... Sticking to it, even when it doesn't go exactly as you imagined. It takes a lot of strength to choose. A lot of willpower to know what you want by instinct--but to want something different, something more by choice."
She reaches over to him, brushing his hair back with one hand and affectionately tucking it behind his ear. "I thought you should know... I didn't mean you, with what I wrote earlier. I wanted you to know that I know you're trying, and that I admire you for every day that you choose to keep this path."
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on 2018-10-21 07:14 am (UTC)But she doesn't look at it that way. Not if the way she's smiling says anything, and he thinks it does. She laughs bright even when she's hurting. And she is, isn't she? Over this and... a lot of other things.
It's with a rough and quiet voice he says, "It's what we're good at. Ichigo and I." Choosing, making things happening out of accordance to rules or fate, pushing on. Even when they fail they come back around... or Ichigo does.
He doesn't pull away or tense so hard this time, as she runs her hand through his hair. It still hurts, and she could probably spot it in the corner of his eyes, but he closes them too for a moment to try and relax under her hand and simply feel. He gives a cautious glance then, and after a good long pause, he dares to shuffle over slightly, a little closer to her.
"You must have been pretty afraid, when it was happening to you. If you really remember all that, I don't know." He spares another quick glance her way. "Ichigo was afraid. Sometimes I think that's another part of what made me so angry, that he doesn't deal with any part of this but he can take it upon himself to be scared of me. But that's a moot argument now. What I wanted say was that, back then, finding out I was connected to you, it helped me. Knowing all that was the one thing to prove to me that I've still got just as much right to be here as anyone, because I would've been here no matter what. And now here you are. With Ichigo, I'd always see what I was afraid of when it was too late. But you actually give me a reason to try." He wishes so bad he had his mask. He wishes his voice sounded less choked. "I was running out of those, before you came. Which is why, whether you had meant that to me or not, I wanted to be sure that the next I saw you, I could face you properly." Which he's not doing now, but she did come to him.
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on 2018-10-23 01:41 am (UTC)"I... do remember some things from back then," she admits, quiet though her voice may be. "I remember the darkness, and... I remember some part of me being scared. But I remember being sure that someone would help me. I didn't know who at the time, but I knew... If I could just hold on long enough, someone would be there to save me."
"Sometimes all we need is that one small hope to give us a reason to hold on. And if that's what you need, then... I'm so glad to give you that. But I'm not going to judge you. We can't control our instincts. We only control what we do with them... And I'm already proud of you." On that topic, she doesn't feel that he needs to push himself any further. And more importantly, she doesn't feel that he needs to judge himself for how far he's come.
"You don't have to find a way to face me properly--whatever that's supposed to mean. You can just face me as you are, and I'll accept that. And if it's not where you want to be, then I'll help get you there, so you can keep facing yourself. So you can find the person that you want to be."
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on 2018-10-23 12:31 pm (UTC)It's barely much of one. He doesn't get to keep her. She absolutely doesn't get to keep him, if she'd really want to when faced with all she's missed so much. By that time though, it won't matter. Once he's back with Ichigo, for all he hates the restriction of that life, that very same restriction does offer some small peace of mind. And he'll get to see her... every day, even if he doesn't get to say a thing, even he feels a million miles away, he'll see her.
It's hard to swallow, the pride she claims to have. Even harder are the words that follow. He hasn't been able to face her for about as long as she's been gone. Since she died. Since they fought fisher and swore to beat him, and that only then... but then so many things got in the way. He became himself and he forgot what he was scowling for. The world came back to bite. Finally, he found her again, and he's been back and forth since. Is he where he wants to be? Is he really the person he wants to be?
"I don't know. I thought I liked who I was. Even if no one else did." He falls quiet, the 'but' settled in there clear as day all the same. "... Things haven't gone well for me. But I want them to. I don't want you to be afraid of me." He doesn't want a few people to be afraid him, if he could admit that much. "Maybe it's not about facing you anymore. I just know I don't want to see the day where you can't face me. I could... bear it. But I don't want to. I want to believe your pride isn't misplaced. Maybe if I knew the lines I could be more certain what not to cross. Or if I was sure I could get us home faster than anything could happen."
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on 2019-01-25 03:34 am (UTC)But he goes on, and there's one thing that she's sure that she can promise him. She rests her head against his and speaks quietly to him. "You won't have to bear it. There's no line that you could cross that I wouldn't be able to face you. I'm not ashamed of the person you are. And I know, no matter what happens, you'll keep trying to be the best that you can."
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on 2019-01-31 08:51 am (UTC)He's just not sure he believes what she says either. Even with his head on her shoulder and her leaning on him. He stares out and says, "Really?" He sounds doubtful and tired but not angry.
"I've hurt Ichigo you know. I did it on purpose, when I was angry. I made him scared. And together we've hurt one of his friends. How do you know I haven't already crossed the line and I just haven't told you?"