I think I can manage being collateral damage
"I mean..." Not quite able to answer that with any sort of eloquence, the aviator offers the dragoon a tight smile as he rubs at the back of his neck. "A bit like...like walking through a hallway with the lights off, only there are strings that crisscross everywhere, constantly tripping you up. For most people the hallway is empty and the lights are on, and when they have a conversation or have to do something they can just..walk down it. For me, though..." He gives his head a little shake. Not only were there things constantly there to trip him up in the darkness, but sometimes things were incredibly loud, or cold or too hot, making it almost impossible to concentrate on navigating what was already a rather complex task.
Lifting his eyes, the aviator smiles. "I only knew how to be me, back then." He says in a quiet voice.
Thoughtfully, Ever gives his head a little shake. "I think my feelings are my own?" Raising his eyes as if to try and scan his internal network of feelings and beliefs, he frowns. "I mean, how would you know if they weren't? How would any of us?"
Lifting his eyes, the aviator smiles. "I only knew how to be me, back then." He says in a quiet voice.
Thoughtfully, Ever gives his head a little shake. "I think my feelings are my own?" Raising his eyes as if to try and scan his internal network of feelings and beliefs, he frowns. "I mean, how would you know if they weren't? How would any of us?"
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