[ there's no use lying about that! of course he'd be miserable without his best friends. he loves them. he loves them more than even he was consciously aware of. it is a horrible fact that has only recently begun to coalesce into a really, factual concept in his mind.
but despite this, he speaks with a smile. ]
But I made this choice, so I don't think I get to complain about it. There's still more beauty in the world for me to find, even if they will never be replaced. I will be alright.
[that's. . . a very positively realistic way of putting it. it's good, that Soo-Won is capable of looking towards the future, instead of dwelling on that which he believes he has lost. but still. . . something about it is just so. . .]
. . . I guess I don't know the full details of the situation, but-- [Edamura gives a huff as he sits up straight, leaning against the confessional's partition with hands pressed against the perforated wall] -- you can't just give up!
Aren't they worth fighting for? Trying a little harder for??
[at the end of the day, Edamura is the sentimental sort. while he can't blame Soo-Won's loved ones for being upset in the circumstances, it's not a very happy ending for them to not make up somewhere down the line. is it?]
[. . .]
[not that. . . life is ever anything like a movie. the realistic, sometimes cynical, part of him already knows this]
[a tiny sigh, and he gives up the argument for now. glances over at the confessional door, before pushing himself to his feet to exit]
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[but he understands the need for it, and thus doesn't push]
Do you think you'd be miserable without them?
[he does, however, ask a very rude and blunt question]
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[ there's no use lying about that! of course he'd be miserable without his best friends. he loves them. he loves them more than even he was consciously aware of. it is a horrible fact that has only recently begun to coalesce into a really, factual concept in his mind.
but despite this, he speaks with a smile. ]
But I made this choice, so I don't think I get to complain about it. There's still more beauty in the world for me to find, even if they will never be replaced. I will be alright.
[ one way or another. ]
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. . . I guess I don't know the full details of the situation, but-- [Edamura gives a huff as he sits up straight, leaning against the confessional's partition with hands pressed against the perforated wall] -- you can't just give up!
Aren't they worth fighting for? Trying a little harder for??
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Of course they are.
But I assure you I miss them more than they miss me. Any further interaction with me only brings up pain.
I'm not so selfish that I'd push that on them for my own satisfaction.
[ he glances toward the confessional door ]
Shall we see if the music has stopped?
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[. . .]
[not that. . . life is ever anything like a movie. the realistic, sometimes cynical, part of him already knows this]
[a tiny sigh, and he gives up the argument for now. glances over at the confessional door, before pushing himself to his feet to exit]
After all of that, it better have.