... No, it definitely isn't better.
(he knows what scott is getting to. the idea that feeling makes you a better person, one that cares, but feeling hurts. feeling hinders. what if he wasn't able to swallow his anxiety and his fear when yosuke needed him? he doesn't think a younger him could have done it. over and over, any possible universe he has ever inhabited, that had always been in the very clear in his mind. how precious the curse was, how important, because he could bulldoze over anything, anyone, until that overcame him.
the last adult he had become was thin, exhausted, ruthless. one that could eat on top of a cage of bones, watching bullets enter skulls of traitors and it never made him sick, bothered, annoyed. this one... although a miserable man, manjiro kept everyone safe, from him or otherwise. his people had futures, weddings, loves, a life. and he had the darkness that surrounded him.
it's not that he misses the man he had been. he misses how that man didn't feel when he had to move, didn't suffer when he needed to act.
and perhaps scott can't understand how fucked up in the head he is over it - although now, he might. he too received a blessing and a curse... although he couldn't right now, given manjiro has never told him.)
... Once, Summers. I stabbed... Kenchin until he fell dead. I choked Mitsuya to death, shot Chifuyu in the head. Burned Hakkai alive... Because Takemitchy left me, and they let him, and I didn't... Couldn't do it without him, so I tried to get Takemitchy to kill me and end this bullshit, I needed all of them gone so they wouldn't get in the way. Another time... I left, like I did here, and everyone was safe from me and had happy, fulfilling lives. I shot him so he didn't go back in time to change it all again on the chance he could have me around.
Can't say I was right in the head in neither of these timelines, and that's not counting... All the other less personal bullshit that I was involved in, I really wasn't stable, but fuck if I did what I thought I had to do, because when it's not there, I'm fucking emotional. What if next time this shit happens, I freeze? I can't fucking have that.
... I'm scared.
(he knows what scott is getting to. the idea that feeling makes you a better person, one that cares, but feeling hurts. feeling hinders. what if he wasn't able to swallow his anxiety and his fear when yosuke needed him? he doesn't think a younger him could have done it. over and over, any possible universe he has ever inhabited, that had always been in the very clear in his mind. how precious the curse was, how important, because he could bulldoze over anything, anyone, until that overcame him.
the last adult he had become was thin, exhausted, ruthless. one that could eat on top of a cage of bones, watching bullets enter skulls of traitors and it never made him sick, bothered, annoyed. this one... although a miserable man, manjiro kept everyone safe, from him or otherwise. his people had futures, weddings, loves, a life. and he had the darkness that surrounded him.
it's not that he misses the man he had been. he misses how that man didn't feel when he had to move, didn't suffer when he needed to act.
and perhaps scott can't understand how fucked up in the head he is over it - although now, he might. he too received a blessing and a curse... although he couldn't right now, given manjiro has never told him.)
... Once, Summers. I stabbed... Kenchin until he fell dead. I choked Mitsuya to death, shot Chifuyu in the head. Burned Hakkai alive... Because Takemitchy left me, and they let him, and I didn't... Couldn't do it without him, so I tried to get Takemitchy to kill me and end this bullshit, I needed all of them gone so they wouldn't get in the way. Another time... I left, like I did here, and everyone was safe from me and had happy, fulfilling lives. I shot him so he didn't go back in time to change it all again on the chance he could have me around.
Can't say I was right in the head in neither of these timelines, and that's not counting... All the other less personal bullshit that I was involved in, I really wasn't stable, but fuck if I did what I thought I had to do, because when it's not there, I'm fucking emotional. What if next time this shit happens, I freeze? I can't fucking have that.
... I'm scared.
(that's the thing. manjiro knows it is only awful because they can feel it now, and know the depths of what was wrong back then. it shouldn't be normal, healthy, good to not feel, and yet, it'd make this whole event completely avoidable.
... although, to be fair, it'd make mikey completely unreachable, too. logic exists, even when feeling doesn't. he never wanted to tell scott so directly, and yet, he can't ignore the faint smell of smoke that reaches his nose, the way his hands flinch a little when he noticed them clenching.)
... That's you, though, Scott. You're the one who's too good. We're different.
... although, to be fair, it'd make mikey completely unreachable, too. logic exists, even when feeling doesn't. he never wanted to tell scott so directly, and yet, he can't ignore the faint smell of smoke that reaches his nose, the way his hands flinch a little when he noticed them clenching.)
... That's you, though, Scott. You're the one who's too good. We're different.
... It's not okay.
(just because he can't that easily doesn't mean the spirit isn't willing, begging, when it has to. if someone ever so slightly hurt scott, he doesn't think he'd be able to stand by, to not move a muscle about it. changed man or not, that's not how he was raised, not how he thinks.
and yet, what if it took the shape of another loved one? then what? and yet, that's not what he is thinking about. looming over his head is the fact he is crying about it, not alone, but where scott can hear and feel, and that may shake his view of manjiro as is.
he's no one's boss this time around, long gone the days he held that weight on his shoulders silently, the burden of being strong... but old habits die hard.)
(just because he can't that easily doesn't mean the spirit isn't willing, begging, when it has to. if someone ever so slightly hurt scott, he doesn't think he'd be able to stand by, to not move a muscle about it. changed man or not, that's not how he was raised, not how he thinks.
and yet, what if it took the shape of another loved one? then what? and yet, that's not what he is thinking about. looming over his head is the fact he is crying about it, not alone, but where scott can hear and feel, and that may shake his view of manjiro as is.
he's no one's boss this time around, long gone the days he held that weight on his shoulders silently, the burden of being strong... but old habits die hard.)
so i kicked down ur door and there's a guy here
he new? who the fuck
he new? who the fuck
common delinquent behavior to kick it when suddenly NO SOLICITATIONS shows up on your face
i dont make the rules
again whos the motherfucker u cheatin on me or smt
i dont make the rules
again whos the motherfucker u cheatin on me or smt
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(he's a wall, even if he has seen the consequences of what his way of thinking can do. he's been manipulated to the bone, sunk further and further into his own demise, and not a peep, not once has he uttered any requests for help.
against the back of scott's head, he might feel manjiro's own setting against the wood, a sniffle, another one, as he tries to dry his cheeks, un-ugly his face, he's definitely not a pretty cryer.)
I know. It's just not who I am. It's... Hard, to be seen. I'm sure all the leaders you know are like that, too.
against the back of scott's head, he might feel manjiro's own setting against the wood, a sniffle, another one, as he tries to dry his cheeks, un-ugly his face, he's definitely not a pretty cryer.)
I know. It's just not who I am. It's... Hard, to be seen. I'm sure all the leaders you know are like that, too.
wow that simple of an admission
you have no regrets
you have no regrets
do i gotta get you a car so i can slash your tires
(... it's baby steps, for all of them, he supposes.
there is a piercing silence that permeates for a while, not a sound that manjiro makes for the longest time until the creaking of the door slowly opening announces that he is trying, too. he does feel defeated, it is in his expression, with puffy eyes and the reddest nose, and in the way he closes it before sitting on the floor next to scott, taking a righteous place on his neck and collarbone.
not a word.)
there is a piercing silence that permeates for a while, not a sound that manjiro makes for the longest time until the creaking of the door slowly opening announces that he is trying, too. he does feel defeated, it is in his expression, with puffy eyes and the reddest nose, and in the way he closes it before sitting on the floor next to scott, taking a righteous place on his neck and collarbone.
not a word.)
when u get this bitch off my face preferrably
where did you get this bitch
give him back
give him back
at some nebulous point in late october, i am so sorry;
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[ first things first: the message that precedes everything is actually a photo from the farm: it shows roger the sheep, the one kotone told him was named by scott, after roger moore of all people.
and then texts follow, in rapid succession: ]
the man with the golden fleece
for ewe-r eyes only [ ewe-r, like your, but with ewe in it... you know.
anyway, and then finally, ]
thank junpei for those
[ seriously though ]
and then texts follow, in rapid succession: ]
the man with the golden fleece
for ewe-r eyes only [ ewe-r, like your, but with ewe in it... you know.
anyway, and then finally, ]
thank junpei for those
[ seriously though ]
oi!
you can't fool me, i know they made you laugh
[ he knows!! because he certainly did. then again, junpei's particular brand of humour kind of does it for him so maybe he's biased — ]
you can't fool me, i know they made you laugh
[ he knows!! because he certainly did. then again, junpei's particular brand of humour kind of does it for him so maybe he's biased — ]
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