[What about the point of Aqua's life? What about his living and dying without a purpose? Never mind saving everyone, if he could just save someone--if he could just make even a little difference, before it was too late--it would mean something, wouldn't it? There'd be a reason for him to have been here, this boy named Hoshino Aquamarine. A reason for him to have existed at all.
He took a breath, meaning to argue, meaning to plead that Viktor at least take the damn pill case and trash it in his own room if he really wanted, when the sense of his own cruelty sank its hooks in.
Sarina-chan, calling him mean for deferring her dreams to a sixteenth year she'd never see. Ai, softly telling him it couldn't be fixed.
A doctor was supposed to encourage his patients to fight, but couldn't bring his own feelings into it. So what if Aqua's soul already creaked and splintered under the decades of guilt he carried? This wasn't about him. It had never been about him.
He held his tongue, then let the breath out, sank to the floor, and sat there with his back to the cabinets and knees and limbs drawn up, tucking his face into the loose, tired curve of one elbow.]
Fine. I guess... maybe we're both at our limit.
[He'd once been the kind of person who would race across the country to buy rare merch of a patient's favorite idol. If he could do nothing else, Aqua could still go through those motions, pull on those memories to answer another's dying wish.]
Tell me about your councilor, then. How do I get in to see him?
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He took a breath, meaning to argue, meaning to plead that Viktor at least take the damn pill case and trash it in his own room if he really wanted, when the sense of his own cruelty sank its hooks in.
Sarina-chan, calling him mean for deferring her dreams to a sixteenth year she'd never see. Ai, softly telling him it couldn't be fixed.
A doctor was supposed to encourage his patients to fight, but couldn't bring his own feelings into it. So what if Aqua's soul already creaked and splintered under the decades of guilt he carried? This wasn't about him. It had never been about him.
He held his tongue, then let the breath out, sank to the floor, and sat there with his back to the cabinets and knees and limbs drawn up, tucking his face into the loose, tired curve of one elbow.]
Fine. I guess... maybe we're both at our limit.
[He'd once been the kind of person who would race across the country to buy rare merch of a patient's favorite idol. If he could do nothing else, Aqua could still go through those motions, pull on those memories to answer another's dying wish.]
Tell me about your councilor, then. How do I get in to see him?