[He flinches when he hears that voice, not bothering to look up. The concern in the younger boy's voice feels like a knife, digging into the old wounds and twisting, and the worst part is that Shinjiro can tell it's all entirely earnest. Every time he has to face the fact that the kid doesn't hate him anymore, it feels like a blow all over again. Another reminder of the fact that he has no true excuse not to move on anymore, except how can he? If he lets it go...it really will be like nothing ever happened. Doesn't she deserve more than that? He doesn't have the right to start over.]
M'fine. Don't worry about me.
[He's really not, cackles one plant. He's using this place as an excuse to hurt himself, because nobody else will.]
You don't need to stick around and hear this shit.
[Well, we are just a replacement for Amada's hatred, after all, croons another. Isn't it sad that he misses it? Really pathetic.
It's at this point that Shinjiro grabs one of the pots in a panic, attempting to smash it against the wall, but it doesn't break. The flowers simply laugh.]
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M'fine. Don't worry about me.
[He's really not, cackles one plant. He's using this place as an excuse to hurt himself, because nobody else will.]
You don't need to stick around and hear this shit.
[Well, we are just a replacement for Amada's hatred, after all, croons another. Isn't it sad that he misses it? Really pathetic.
It's at this point that Shinjiro grabs one of the pots in a panic, attempting to smash it against the wall, but it doesn't break. The flowers simply laugh.]