[WHEN U STARE INTO THE VOID AND THE VOID STARES BACK and then spits out the thoughts in your head for god and everyone to see. Damn. Also I think about how this is probably the first totally modern-era memory he's seen so he's just like what the fuck is this house.
Whether Kanda is one of the better people to see these types of memories, or one of the worst--it's hard to say. On the one hand, Kanda isn't prone to asking questions; just as he pulls himself away from the friendliness and care of others, so too does he grant them that same space. He's company in silence and grounding reminders of harsh realities. On the other, he isn't one for sympathy or pep talks. He isn't nearly as heartless as he would like to be, but he is not the right person to provide comfort, verbal or otherwise.
He is, however, aware of all this memory-sharing by now; and while he's so desensitized to so many kinds of pain and violence that her memory wouldn't have unsettled him anyway, knowing that such private experiences are coming helps him brace for when it ends. He looks to her, first, checking to see how well she's weathered reliving all this before he says anything.]
anyway recovering from this incredible news to say Camille doesn't look thrilled. Rather she won't make eye contact. Won't unfold her arms from her middle. Her jaw is clenched tight.
Fucking hell.]
...Feels like we should start charging for these surprise shows.
[Her face is hot. The humiliation is closing her throat, riling her blood up and pricking her eyes. At the very least she can count on him to keep quiet. It's all Kanda ever wants to do, anyway.]
But it's true--she doesn't need to worry that he'll tell anyone. Or even that he'll judge her, really. It's not his business, and there are plenty of other heroes here, if she's looking for one.
Still, he can relate to hating this experience.]
I asked the purple one to make it stop, but they said they can't.
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Whether Kanda is one of the better people to see these types of memories, or one of the worst--it's hard to say. On the one hand, Kanda isn't prone to asking questions; just as he pulls himself away from the friendliness and care of others, so too does he grant them that same space. He's company in silence and grounding reminders of harsh realities. On the other, he isn't one for sympathy or pep talks. He isn't nearly as heartless as he would like to be, but he is not the right person to provide comfort, verbal or otherwise.
He is, however, aware of all this memory-sharing by now; and while he's so desensitized to so many kinds of pain and violence that her memory wouldn't have unsettled him anyway, knowing that such private experiences are coming helps him brace for when it ends. He looks to her, first, checking to see how well she's weathered reliving all this before he says anything.]
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anyway recovering from this incredible news to say Camille doesn't look thrilled. Rather she won't make eye contact. Won't unfold her arms from her middle. Her jaw is clenched tight.
Fucking hell.]
...Feels like we should start charging for these surprise shows.
[Her face is hot. The humiliation is closing her throat, riling her blood up and pricking her eyes. At the very least she can count on him to keep quiet. It's all Kanda ever wants to do, anyway.]
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But it's true--she doesn't need to worry that he'll tell anyone. Or even that he'll judge her, really. It's not his business, and there are plenty of other heroes here, if she's looking for one.
Still, he can relate to hating this experience.]
I asked the purple one to make it stop, but they said they can't.