It comes roaring out of him, big and loud and driven by fear. Fear of her, fear of confronting the reality of what she's done to him, fear of what it says about the society he believes in so much that it let a person like this have so much power. It's so much easier to make it his fault, his problem, his failure, so as to preserve everything else.
Despite all the cracks that Koumyou's put into the facade covering his abuse, the shape of it still holds. Here and now especially, it holds; he's too upset to be thinking rationally.
"You just don't understand! You don't know what I deserve! You don't know anything about the relationship Valdana and I have-- you couldn't! You said it yourself-- you're a novice, right?"
Devero knocks Koumyou's hands away and surges to his feet. He can't be here anymore. He can't be around this dangerous man, who's talking about him with the same intensity as he talked about his own son, who's trying to trick him into thinking he's an actual person and not-- and not--
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It comes roaring out of him, big and loud and driven by fear. Fear of her, fear of confronting the reality of what she's done to him, fear of what it says about the society he believes in so much that it let a person like this have so much power. It's so much easier to make it his fault, his problem, his failure, so as to preserve everything else.
Despite all the cracks that Koumyou's put into the facade covering his abuse, the shape of it still holds. Here and now especially, it holds; he's too upset to be thinking rationally.
"You just don't understand! You don't know what I deserve! You don't know anything about the relationship Valdana and I have-- you couldn't! You said it yourself-- you're a novice, right?"
Devero knocks Koumyou's hands away and surges to his feet. He can't be here anymore. He can't be around this dangerous man, who's talking about him with the same intensity as he talked about his own son, who's trying to trick him into thinking he's an actual person and not-- and not--