[ Is Liem for fucking real. Gen barely lets him finish talking before giving an incredibly dramatic roll of the eyes and a low groan. ]
Yeah, yeah, good on you for being such a model student. [ Seriously? Not that he knows what being an 'acolyte' entails, exactly, but it sounds like it was mostly just writing things down all day? The thought alone has him wanting to gnaw his skin off; he'd never be able to stomach something that tedious that didn't even let him blow off steam with physical labor. ] I'm sure the adults all loved you for being such a well-behaved little asskisser.
[ Retorts are easy. Griping is easy. But tellingly, Gen falls silent for a moment when Liem offers him that question. The eye contact he makes is rife with discomfort and resentment, like he's annoyed at Liem for prodding at a matter that he shouldn't have touched.
Truth is, he doesn't know what's important to him any more. His future had been set in stone as far back as he can remember, and now that he finally has the freedom he'd long since given up on -- it's more frightening than it is liberating.
He scowls as he turns away and resumes putting away the utensils. ]
Doesn't really matter, does it. [ He makes sure the next handful of forks that he shoves into the utensils drawer clatter obnoxiously off each other. ] Unlike some people, I don't have the luxury of just doing things for fun. I'll end up doing whatever helps me survive this fucking place.
[ Doing what he has to, because he isn't even sure what it is he wants, even if it were a viable option. The way he's used to things being. ]
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Yeah, yeah, good on you for being such a model student. [ Seriously? Not that he knows what being an 'acolyte' entails, exactly, but it sounds like it was mostly just writing things down all day? The thought alone has him wanting to gnaw his skin off; he'd never be able to stomach something that tedious that didn't even let him blow off steam with physical labor. ] I'm sure the adults all loved you for being such a well-behaved little asskisser.
[ Retorts are easy. Griping is easy. But tellingly, Gen falls silent for a moment when Liem offers him that question. The eye contact he makes is rife with discomfort and resentment, like he's annoyed at Liem for prodding at a matter that he shouldn't have touched.
Truth is, he doesn't know what's important to him any more. His future had been set in stone as far back as he can remember, and now that he finally has the freedom he'd long since given up on -- it's more frightening than it is liberating.
He scowls as he turns away and resumes putting away the utensils. ]
Doesn't really matter, does it. [ He makes sure the next handful of forks that he shoves into the utensils drawer clatter obnoxiously off each other. ] Unlike some people, I don't have the luxury of just doing things for fun. I'll end up doing whatever helps me survive this fucking place.
[ Doing what he has to, because he isn't even sure what it is he wants, even if it were a viable option. The way he's used to things being. ]