[ there's a sheer, blank silence: the empty tolling of a boy who hadn't thought of the question at all. hadn't thought past the slight dip in the mattress, moonlight dusting silver across shiro's knuckles and the familiar shock of hair.
next to this, the history behind it seems to wither. it hadn't mattered -- but he can't say that. ]
I had to.
[ a half-truth, told sidelong. ]
After you left -- they weren't going to let me on a real mission anyway.
no subject
next to this, the history behind it seems to wither. it hadn't mattered -- but he can't say that. ]
I had to.
[ a half-truth, told sidelong. ]
After you left -- they weren't going to let me on a real mission anyway.