broroona: (i am just a poor man nobody loves me)
Baroona ([personal profile] broroona) wrote in [community profile] compyuutah 2013-11-13 06:44 am (UTC)

oH GOD I ONLY HAVE HIS SAD ICONS LEFT I JUST REMEMBERED

[Baroona's brows knit together the more she explains. There's a lot to ask about, clearly–Judgment, Anti-Skill, secret experiments? But the most important thing that crops up is:]

They're going to arrest me?

[There it is again. An unmistakeable sincerity to his voice. He looks at her, honest and open, the question pressing his brows and showing a scant trace of fear.

As with anything with him, it's brief. He looks away almost immediately, eyes moving down to the ground. It made no sense why they would move that fast. Even if everything was going on–he hadn't broken any laws. They had no reason to hunt him. Or at least they wouldn't in a normal world. But there was no saying that Mikoto's home was anything like the City or Chronos or anything he had experienced. He had no idea if the laws had been breached, if he'd be arrested, interrogated, taken prisoner.

In the end, the fear of being rebound and restricted scares him more than his pride can protest. There's a disconnect he resents. The expected naivety of being a new world made worse by the fact that Mikoto is at its center, knowledgable about everything, while all he can do is spiral around lost.

He has to depend on her and it kills him.
]

... Fine.

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