[Rang doesn't have it in him to be contrary or resist the movement, instead he meets Buzen's gaze and hears the words.
He's not sure why Lambda even chose him, when Buzen is right here. Wouldn't it be better to love someone who loves you, even if they do love other people, rather than someone who won't even love you back? Maybe it is, maybe it's not. He doesn't know. He's too tired to contest anything Buzen's saying, or to argue more. They'll run around in circles again. Instead, he hears Buzen say he loves him, and he can only feel a pulse of grief at the words, full of guilt.
he'd say i love you back but he doesn't know how. and he thinks if this really is love then buzen would be better off without his. instead, he shrugs his shoulders, reaching for his usual composure even though his face is all shiny and there's big bruise on his forehead,]
You always do what you want. You don't need my permission.
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He's not sure why Lambda even chose him, when Buzen is right here. Wouldn't it be better to love someone who loves you, even if they do love other people, rather than someone who won't even love you back? Maybe it is, maybe it's not. He doesn't know. He's too tired to contest anything Buzen's saying, or to argue more. They'll run around in circles again. Instead, he hears Buzen say he loves him, and he can only feel a pulse of grief at the words, full of guilt.
he'd say i love you back but he doesn't know how. and he thinks if this really is love then buzen would be better off without his. instead, he shrugs his shoulders, reaching for his usual composure even though his face is all shiny and there's big bruise on his forehead,]
You always do what you want. You don't need my permission.