[Blankly, he watches her as she does her thing, before shrugging with his good shoulder.]
And tell me, how should I act to change it?
[Other than be perfect in everyone's eyes, apparently, and he's tried that for years with varying degrees of success.
Honestly, a part of him just wants to disappear—to not have to exist. But he knows that that can never be an option. Not as long as he is who he is. Idly, he thinks of his conversation with Magilou, and again, he's reminded: no matter how much he might desperately wish for those days back, the time when his life was his own has long since passed.]
... I wish I had a role, like with the items, or at least knew someone who did. Perhaps then it would be obvious what I could do in this place.
[In ways that don't involve throwing himself into danger.]
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And tell me, how should I act to change it?
[Other than be perfect in everyone's eyes, apparently, and he's tried that for years with varying degrees of success.
Honestly, a part of him just wants to disappear—to not have to exist. But he knows that that can never be an option. Not as long as he is who he is. Idly, he thinks of his conversation with Magilou, and again, he's reminded: no matter how much he might desperately wish for those days back, the time when his life was his own has long since passed.]
... I wish I had a role, like with the items, or at least knew someone who did. Perhaps then it would be obvious what I could do in this place.
[In ways that don't involve throwing himself into danger.]