[ Words are words. As empty as words can be, they're always backed up with emotion and intent that doesn't make them feel as empty anymore. His optimism feels like it's shrinking every day with the amount of things that fill his words, and perhaps it may be inevitable that Vassago turns rouge after getting immensely stronger to destroy whatever life Terry has left at that point.
Even so, he still wants to live his life. Not the original Terrence's, but his own.
He interlaces his fingers with Kido's when he feels that she's close enough to walk shoulder to shoulder with him.
Suddenly, a fear creeps into his heart: if one day, should he choose to become what he should have been, he'd lose everything. He ran away. He can almost hear the blameworthy accusations echo in his mind.
... ]
Ten good things, huh...?
[ He wonders if they would outweigh the single bad thing he has in mind. ]
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Even so, he still wants to live his life. Not the original Terrence's, but his own.
He interlaces his fingers with Kido's when he feels that she's close enough to walk shoulder to shoulder with him.
Suddenly, a fear creeps into his heart: if one day, should he choose to become what he should have been, he'd lose everything. He ran away. He can almost hear the blameworthy accusations echo in his mind.
... ]
Ten good things, huh...?
[ He wonders if they would outweigh the single bad thing he has in mind. ]
Thanks, for doing your best for me.
[ He gives her hand a small squeeze. ]