[ Even with his brain running two beats slow from the near-hypnotic effects of the crystal, he'd tensed at the mention of the labyrinth -- of a place other than this room. He doesn't want to leave, after all. No place could possibly be better than here, in this room, where he can wallow in those memories that he's hungered for so long. And while it should be a simple matter of letting this intruder leave if she wants ... that doesn't feel right, either. Somehow.
He'd been letting Kiritsubo touch him so far, offering no resistance, but also failing to reciprocate. Now, though, Gen abruptly reaches forward to snag his hand into a fold of her sleeve, the earnestness of the gesture in add contrast to the bluster and swagger he'd shown her during their previous encounter. ]
I'm not leaving. [ That much is said as fact. A pause before he adds, softer: ] You can stay, too.
[ Behind him, the image on the crystal's surface flickers for a moment. Gone are the two young boys, and instead a woman fades into view. Beautiful, gentle-looking, with soft eyes and a faint smile, viewed from below like being seen from the eyes of a child. Between her pale hair and melancholic gaze, her resemblance to the form Kiritsubo wears at the moment is immediately apparent, though ... even as Kiritsubo watches, that images fritzes through with static. Like it, too, is an intruder upon a place it shouldn't be.
A fact that Gen seems blind to as he tugs at her sleeve again, more insistently this time. ]
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[ Even with his brain running two beats slow from the near-hypnotic effects of the crystal, he'd tensed at the mention of the labyrinth -- of a place other than this room. He doesn't want to leave, after all. No place could possibly be better than here, in this room, where he can wallow in those memories that he's hungered for so long. And while it should be a simple matter of letting this intruder leave if she wants ... that doesn't feel right, either. Somehow.
He'd been letting Kiritsubo touch him so far, offering no resistance, but also failing to reciprocate. Now, though, Gen abruptly reaches forward to snag his hand into a fold of her sleeve, the earnestness of the gesture in add contrast to the bluster and swagger he'd shown her during their previous encounter. ]
I'm not leaving. [ That much is said as fact. A pause before he adds, softer: ] You can stay, too.
[ Behind him, the image on the crystal's surface flickers for a moment. Gone are the two young boys, and instead a woman fades into view. Beautiful, gentle-looking, with soft eyes and a faint smile, viewed from below like being seen from the eyes of a child. Between her pale hair and melancholic gaze, her resemblance to the form Kiritsubo wears at the moment is immediately apparent, though ... even as Kiritsubo watches, that images fritzes through with static. Like it, too, is an intruder upon a place it shouldn't be.
A fact that Gen seems blind to as he tugs at her sleeve again, more insistently this time. ]
You don't need to leave.