[There is so much to read, and comprehend, and even as he struggles through the words he does not know if it is enough. The hateful propaganda — it's something the members of his own clan might have said, once upon a time. But it has been echoed so much, and it is so intrinsically attached to the foundation of their kekkei genkai, Sasuke cannot disregard it with ease. Learned, then.
Some of the terms Cy uses he does not recognize, but the context is encapsulated by everything else. A disorder, a mental illness. Resentment. Grief. Loss. How Cy manages to piece apart his entire life so succinctly perhaps pays testament to how long he's lived under the shadow of war. War that has touched Sasuke's entire life — and the lives of his ancestors, over and over, to every gory end.
He finds an irrational need to defend his parents, but he presses it down.
Most of all, Cy holds that reassurance out to him like some tender, bruised offering, a hand extended — and he knows how it would feel to take it. He knows Cy's hands well, how warm they are, how smooth and deft, fingers laced in his own like neat stitching.
Trust me, and breathe. Consciously he finds that he's been holding his breath; he takes a lungful of air before he responds.]
It's a lot to put on you.
[Me.]
When I imagine you with someone else, doing with them what you've done with me, I don't enjoy it. It's painful. I wonder if this means anything to you. I wonder if you will find another person who you prefer. I know it isn't rational, because you've been with others before me and that won't stop after I'm gone. But the feeling is there.
[See — he's trying to talk about it.]
In my culture, if you are with someone, it's only the two of you. And you marry to have children. You already know that, but I didn't realize it would be difficult to see it done another way. How easily those here are able to go from one person to another.
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Some of the terms Cy uses he does not recognize, but the context is encapsulated by everything else. A disorder, a mental illness. Resentment. Grief. Loss. How Cy manages to piece apart his entire life so succinctly perhaps pays testament to how long he's lived under the shadow of war. War that has touched Sasuke's entire life — and the lives of his ancestors, over and over, to every gory end.
He finds an irrational need to defend his parents, but he presses it down.
Most of all, Cy holds that reassurance out to him like some tender, bruised offering, a hand extended — and he knows how it would feel to take it. He knows Cy's hands well, how warm they are, how smooth and deft, fingers laced in his own like neat stitching.
Trust me, and breathe. Consciously he finds that he's been holding his breath; he takes a lungful of air before he responds.]
It's a lot to put on you.
[Me.]
When I imagine you with someone else, doing with them what you've done with me, I don't enjoy it. It's painful. I wonder if this means anything to you. I wonder if you will find another person who you prefer. I know it isn't rational, because you've been with others before me and that won't stop after I'm gone. But the feeling is there.
[See — he's trying to talk about it.]
In my culture, if you are with someone, it's only the two of you. And you marry to have children. You already know that, but I didn't realize it would be difficult to see it done another way. How easily those here are able to go from one person to another.