[Would he know? But, wasn't Elise affectionate sometimes? Wrote him letters while he was away to war, and her picture brought him comfort. Perhaps, in her way, it was affection, but ... perhaps that also wasn't necessary love, the way Daan loved her anyway.
Because he does feel starkly different with Vergilius, who despite his own horrific life, is able to express it. And there's never any confusion, even in their own brand of a love language. Be it taking verbal shots at each other, or poetry.
Daan blinks a few times in secession; one day, he wants to bury Elise figuratively. Is it through condemning everything, or is it simply letting go?]
...Remarkable, huh.
[Funny. He doesn't feel very remarkable. Or right about anything. But if he was a complete lost cause, nobody would bother with him. Certainly not people from that dreaded City.]
These almost sounds like compliments. Are you feeling all right?
[quickly, he has to be flippant and cover everything by being a smartass]
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Because he does feel starkly different with Vergilius, who despite his own horrific life, is able to express it. And there's never any confusion, even in their own brand of a love language. Be it taking verbal shots at each other, or poetry.
Daan blinks a few times in secession; one day, he wants to bury Elise figuratively. Is it through condemning everything, or is it simply letting go?]
...Remarkable, huh.
[Funny. He doesn't feel very remarkable. Or right about anything. But if he was a complete lost cause, nobody would bother with him. Certainly not people from that dreaded City.]
These almost sounds like compliments. Are you feeling all right?
[quickly, he has to be flippant and cover everything by being a smartass]