[ semi-open ] your faith walks on broken glass

[petsthedog]

WHO: Shinjiro Aragaki & assorted others
WHAT: An anniversary of a bad time comes around again
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: October 4th
WARNINGS: References to death, drug use, suicidal ideation and behavior all likely in threads






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[petsthedog]

[A muscle jumps in his jaw at atonement is not beyond thy reach; it rubs too close to the sort of thing Aki always says, and the only thing that really stays his temper in the moment is her acknowledgment that the one who really holds the right to judge him, to hate him, is Amada. He exhales out the frustration, a harsh rush of air that does nothing to make him seem less worn out as the anger drains away.]

He's already here, actually. ...Look, it's--complicated. He did want me dead, back then.

[So much so that he was ready to give up on his own life the moment he realized that Shinjiro was already dying and so revenge would be meaningless.]

But to him, I've already been in the ground a couple years, and now things're different. Hell, he's acting like what happened to me was on him, when the way things went down was my fault, too.

[He draws his knees in to his chest, then, her grip on his sleeve the only lingering tether between them, and when he speaks next he sounds almost angry, but there's too deep an undercurrent of misery there for anger to be the full story.]

...Gettin' real tired of people tellin' me to move on with my life, though. Just wipe it all away like nothing ever happened, right? Like it's that fucking simple.

[icanfixer]

[ so then it's settled, is it not?

it seems simple, to her. but she knows from the various trips into the memories of her fellows that it is not so simple. still, she can't fully get rid of that line of thought from her mind, and after a moment don shakes her head. ]

One can live with their shortcomings while not being consumed by them. In the end, the one whom cannot forgive thee is thyself.

[ just like yi sang. that'd taken so much more time to undo, and it was ultimately something he had to do himself; the sinners were at his side, at his back, but they were nothing but a safety net for him. just in case he fell, there would be someone to catch him, set him back on his feet, for him to try again.

maybe it's a little gracious to give them that much. but surely, that is how yi sang felt in the moment. her hand drops away from him, though in return she scoots a little closer, turning so their backs are to each other. there's always a small comfort in letting people hide their grief, their anger.

still. she can't help the own shake of her voice, passion held in check by the minor irritation of her words, her intentions misunderstood -- to no fault of shinjiro's own, to no fault of her own, it's simply how humanity is. ]

I am not saying to wipe thy slate clean. That would be wrong, for both the deceased and the ones they have left behind. But I see little point in living so miserably when it would seem the world is giving thee chance after chance to not do so, and to find ways to ensure such incidents cannot happen again -- without forsaking those who would see thee better, many who do not know but perhaps would accept thee nonetheless as I have. To live is to make mistakes, some graver than most. But that does not mean we must be defined by them.

[ -- breathe, breathe. ]

Do thee understand? If I must make it plainer still, I shall.