touketsu: (π—¦π—΅π—Άπ—Ώπ—Όπ˜‚: sleet)
π—¦π—΅π—Άπ—Ώπ—Όπ˜‚ π—™π˜‚π—―π˜‚π—Έπ—Ά ❄ (εœŸιƒŽ 吹ι›ͺ) ([personal profile] touketsu) wrote in [community profile] applenet 2017-06-25 06:27 pm (UTC)

Shirou Fubuki βš” Marchosias

[Kouyuki stares at his screen. "You" becomes "the person," and while he's honestly very grateful for that, he still feels uneasy. Why did this have to happen at night when he can't go out for a run to clear his head? He's stuck here, immobile, with questions that taunt him, people he doesn't know that are impressed because of something someone pretending to be him has said, and he can only dwell on the last time and this incident, too.]

it's really not
they're not very good at it if they have to ghat far


[He doesn't know if he really believes that, of course. Violence isn't something he condones, but he knows that if the people he cares about were ever threatened, he would even force mountains to their knees to protect them.

But that's the thing, isn't it? There's a difference between protecting someone, ensuring that they are safe and sound in mind and body, and going as far as to take a life and hurt someone or something else in the process. The questionnaire had said it was only in self-defense or the defense of others, that he hadn't enjoyed it, but he can't help wondering why the bear had to die at all. Why would he endorse the nickname and permit people to call him that if he wasn't proud of what he was capable of?

Maybe that was why that one boy had been yelling at him. He'd have yelled at him, too.]

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