[ takumi's quiet for a long moment as he holds out the mask. he could take yukihira's arm off like this. humans are delicate, weak creatures--one strike can send them to their doom. it's one of the reasons part of him bristles up at being compared, because takumi isn't like that. he's cold and shining, a star that can't go out unless it's extinguished, not sliced up like a hot knife through butter.
he's not human, but for the first time ever, he wonders what it might like to be one.
slowly, he reaches for the mask, and takes a step forward in the process. only takumi's fingertips touch the edge of the mask as he processes what yukihira tells him. you fight for what you believe in. what is that supposed to mean? he processes it with a little bit of annoyance, but...
takumi inhales, his brows furrowing just a little. ] I don't...know what I believe in.
[ because he doesn't. he knows he has his mission, he knows he cares for his brother beyond all life itself, but that's it. that's all that comes to mind, and that's what make takumi hesitate, his gaze flickering up to look at yukihira's face again. what is he fighting for, if he doesn't have anything he really cares about? who's shaping who he is?
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he's not human, but for the first time ever, he wonders what it might like to be one.
slowly, he reaches for the mask, and takes a step forward in the process. only takumi's fingertips touch the edge of the mask as he processes what yukihira tells him. you fight for what you believe in. what is that supposed to mean? he processes it with a little bit of annoyance, but...
takumi inhales, his brows furrowing just a little. ] I don't...know what I believe in.
[ because he doesn't. he knows he has his mission, he knows he cares for his brother beyond all life itself, but that's it. that's all that comes to mind, and that's what make takumi hesitate, his gaze flickering up to look at yukihira's face again. what is he fighting for, if he doesn't have anything he really cares about? who's shaping who he is?
no one. not even the rest of the heavens above. ]