this is why, rang thinks, that humans are the problem. because every so often, a thread of them shines -- glimmers, and threatens to wound its way into his heart. he didn't want to have this in common with yuzuriha. he doesn't want to keep liking a human after all that's happened with rin.]
[ they're alike in many ways. she realizes it's why a part of her wants to trust him, though even now, she never fully commits despite what she may say. it's nothing to do with rang—she won't trust her heart to anyone. but she has the pride to follow through with her decisions, for better or worse.
sometimes, pride is all you have. ]
Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow. If you tell me another secret of your own.
[ tomorrow. that's another thread of trust she'll extend to him—an exchange for being honest with her in return. ]
[it's the human part of him that's responsible for these feelings, he's sure. but it's the fox part of him that perks up at what he thinks is an offer, and one that apparently yuzuriha trusts enough for him to pay back.
he doesn't really know what to do with that trust, not on the heels of so many who made it clear they don't (for good reason)]
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unlike then, he reaches for the answer he might have told -- if he'd decided to be honest then.]
...He was the person I loved most in the whole world. And then he abandoned me.
[he shrugs,]
I told Rin he was an overbearing narcissist, and he said that he met a lot of swimmers like that.
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she laughs, softly. not at rang, or his story, no. ]
I'll tell you a secret, Rang. I hope you'll keep it for me.
[ she doesn't look or sound remotely sad when she says it. she smiles just like he does. ]
My sister was everything to me, but she left me, too.
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this is why, rang thinks, that humans are the problem. because every so often, a thread of them shines -- glimmers, and threatens to wound its way into his heart. he didn't want to have this in common with yuzuriha. he doesn't want to keep liking a human after all that's happened with rin.]
...Why did she leave you?
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sometimes, pride is all you have. ]
Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow. If you tell me another secret of your own.
[ tomorrow. that's another thread of trust she'll extend to him—an exchange for being honest with her in return. ]
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he doesn't really know what to do with that trust, not on the heels of so many who made it clear they don't (for good reason)]
...It's a deal then.
[shakes in their sunday pc now]