[ a garden of his own. her head rests back as she listens, the rumble of his voice against her back low and sorrowed in his reluctance. what good is he in taking care of something like that, when he couldn't even protect the one he had.
their lives are different in that way. this might be as unbridgeable as the many deaths kaito experiences every second, as the memories march has lost and can't recover. malkuth won't fool herself nor anyone else into thinking she could have a grain of understanding where she has none at all. a privileged life, protected then and after she'd left it, and continued to be sheltered until her final one... now, how she can tend her own gardens and wish to see them grow well. ]
... You know I can't give you an answer you'll be wholly satisfied with, and I know that too, so I won't. If you knew something was going to happen that day, would you have stayed? Do you think you could have changed something then? And if you couldn't, if it played out just the same, would it make you feel any better now about what happened to your garden having been there instead of away?
[ they're quiet questions, ones he can answer if he'd like, but the final one's is something she already knows.
no, it wouldn't make him feel better. maybe it would even make him feel worse. she takes one of his hands to play with, drawing lines over the scars. ]
I haven't lost anything like that. I know people who have. I hope I never do. But you did, and so you'll make sure it doesn't happen again. It shouldn't have in the first place -- that's something that can be said about anything -- but what's wrong with having faith in you, in yourself, that you'll do better the next?
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their lives are different in that way. this might be as unbridgeable as the many deaths kaito experiences every second, as the memories march has lost and can't recover. malkuth won't fool herself nor anyone else into thinking she could have a grain of understanding where she has none at all. a privileged life, protected then and after she'd left it, and continued to be sheltered until her final one... now, how she can tend her own gardens and wish to see them grow well. ]
... You know I can't give you an answer you'll be wholly satisfied with, and I know that too, so I won't. If you knew something was going to happen that day, would you have stayed? Do you think you could have changed something then? And if you couldn't, if it played out just the same, would it make you feel any better now about what happened to your garden having been there instead of away?
[ they're quiet questions, ones he can answer if he'd like, but the final one's is something she already knows.
no, it wouldn't make him feel better. maybe it would even make him feel worse. she takes one of his hands to play with, drawing lines over the scars. ]
I haven't lost anything like that. I know people who have. I hope I never do. But you did, and so you'll make sure it doesn't happen again. It shouldn't have in the first place -- that's something that can be said about anything -- but what's wrong with having faith in you, in yourself, that you'll do better the next?