[ ah, an honest answer. not that he was dealing with utter lies with every interaction he shared with yuwon, but this certainly seemed like his first time hearing him be as forward and maybe a tiny bit— vulnerable, too. after all, it's not easy to confess to such a thing, right? there is a nasty aftertaste of shame, and denji wonders if he should've tried better to act like he's appreciative of the good life he has here. so, in a way, he's thankful yuwon didn't make him feel abnormal for it.
he shifts his gaze lower, idly watching his fingers toy with the little plush. ]
How can someone ... keep it in the past?
[ did that make any sense? denji didn't know how else to express it, often finding himself struggling to decrypt his thoughts into coherent words. being unhappy in the past felt like something he never experienced before; the sense of picking yourself up and moving on, putting that experience behind. instead, the misery shadows him, and the pain never eased. it's never over. the wound is still fresh and bleeding red, and denji is stuck in that moment; body/mind in fight or flight limbo. it's exhausting. he's tired. so fucking tired ... ]
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he shifts his gaze lower, idly watching his fingers toy with the little plush. ]
How can someone ... keep it in the past?
[ did that make any sense? denji didn't know how else to express it, often finding himself struggling to decrypt his thoughts into coherent words. being unhappy in the past felt like something he never experienced before; the sense of picking yourself up and moving on, putting that experience behind. instead, the misery shadows him, and the pain never eased. it's never over. the wound is still fresh and bleeding red, and denji is stuck in that moment; body/mind in fight or flight limbo. it's exhausting. he's tired. so fucking tired ... ]
I wanna say that one day. "It's in the past" ...