[ Feels so horrible, like his voice is growing smaller and smaller in his throat, shrinking until it's infinitesimal, his throat closing up so there's only awfulness left inside. Righteousness isn't what's blatantly on display; it isn't even indignation, it isn't justice for some greater and incessant good, just selfishness come tearing into everything. ]
Even you kept something this important from me.
[ How pathetic. How weak Tartaglia could become, over something that should be so insignificant. As if he gives any damn about notions of godhood or being alive or being dead or stranded some ways between the two, miserable beyond repair and turned away to cry in earnest now. Crying, transfixed on this crazed state of affairs and this heart that's so prone to hurting others, as if Tartaglia spares anyone else these secrets he keeps, burying so much of himself in deflections.
Why? It doesn't matter. Hasn't he hurt other people all along? What good would a fight be? ]
I'm just angry... angry at myself for thinking otherwise, because I'm worse. [ Oh, he's kept plenty of things from He Xuan, and it's the hypocrisy that stings the most ardently. ] You know nothing about me.
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[ Feels so horrible, like his voice is growing smaller and smaller in his throat, shrinking until it's infinitesimal, his throat closing up so there's only awfulness left inside. Righteousness isn't what's blatantly on display; it isn't even indignation, it isn't justice for some greater and incessant good, just selfishness come tearing into everything. ]
Even you kept something this important from me.
[ How pathetic. How weak Tartaglia could become, over something that should be so insignificant. As if he gives any damn about notions of godhood or being alive or being dead or stranded some ways between the two, miserable beyond repair and turned away to cry in earnest now. Crying, transfixed on this crazed state of affairs and this heart that's so prone to hurting others, as if Tartaglia spares anyone else these secrets he keeps, burying so much of himself in deflections.
Why? It doesn't matter. Hasn't he hurt other people all along? What good would a fight be? ]
I'm just angry... angry at myself for thinking otherwise, because I'm worse. [ Oh, he's kept plenty of things from He Xuan, and it's the hypocrisy that stings the most ardently. ] You know nothing about me.
[ Not even his real name. ]