[Blue pushes himself up from the sill, taking his time to stabilize on his feet and getting his hand on the wall for balance, nodding to affirm he'll follow along.
he has to carry fresh, hot discontent with him. it's not Rosinante's fault - it's not Blue's fault, either. it's just...nature. nature and circumstance and the tangle of different worlds and lives. he can't resent the people who are so used to the silence of their own minds, no more than he can accept blind resentment from those who learn he so yearns to be connected. it just...is.
it just hurts to have to keep compromising himself, folding in on himself over and over, when he's already compromised by his own failing body.
but he carries it, keeping these things to himself the way any human does, and focuses his primary attention on walking.]
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[Blue pushes himself up from the sill, taking his time to stabilize on his feet and getting his hand on the wall for balance, nodding to affirm he'll follow along.
he has to carry fresh, hot discontent with him. it's not Rosinante's fault - it's not Blue's fault, either. it's just...nature. nature and circumstance and the tangle of different worlds and lives. he can't resent the people who are so used to the silence of their own minds, no more than he can accept blind resentment from those who learn he so yearns to be connected. it just...is.
it just hurts to have to keep compromising himself, folding in on himself over and over, when he's already compromised by his own failing body.
but he carries it, keeping these things to himself the way any human does, and focuses his primary attention on walking.]