He'd told himself at the beginning, before arriving at the square, that he couldn't handle Juzo's emotions. Not now, not when he was so tightly coiled over-- losing Chisa. Juzo's words were like chisels to his defenses, far too effective because of their shared history.
Why had he asked? Shutting out his own emotions was easier in silence, without the Juzo's passionately hammering away with ... self-blame.
He wants him to stop talking. It doesn't matter, he wants to yell. It's too late! Nothing you say now will change what's happened!
But more than that, he wants to reject what Juzo is saying. He doesn't want any of it to be true.
It's the same deep denial that acted as a dam for all these horrible revelations.]
Stop. Talking.
[He's not yelling. Or at least, he doesn't think he is.
It's the thunder above that's to blame. And the lightning crashing around them.]
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Stop talking.
[He can't handle it.
He'd told himself at the beginning, before arriving at the square, that he couldn't handle Juzo's emotions. Not now, not when he was so tightly coiled over-- losing Chisa. Juzo's words were like chisels to his defenses, far too effective because of their shared history.
Why had he asked? Shutting out his own emotions was easier in silence, without the Juzo's passionately hammering away with ... self-blame.
He wants him to stop talking. It doesn't matter, he wants to yell. It's too late! Nothing you say now will change what's happened!
But more than that, he wants to reject what Juzo is saying. He doesn't want any of it to be true.
It's the same deep denial that acted as a dam for all these horrible revelations.]
Stop. Talking.
[He's not yelling. Or at least, he doesn't think he is.
It's the thunder above that's to blame. And the lightning crashing around them.]