[Goro slides down with a yelp, turning around with narrowed eyes to give Silver some fucking words--
and sits speechless instead, eyes widening as it all spills out in jagged lines, something he never expected from Silver in the least. His chest is tight like wound string, knotted and useless to untangle, brows furrowing as he takes it in, as he considers the the question.
Who am I? I don't know. These powers are proof, aren't they? That I'm the same person as him?
Akira's going to remember someday, if he is one. Then what'll happen. Will we be friends still? Will he hate me?
He said once that "we're different"; that person in my visions and myself weren't the same, so it didn't matter what happened in them, but I-- I--
Goro's someone who's grabbing Silver into a hug is who he is, burying his face into the shoulder before him and pressing as close as he comfortably can. Sneasel's pretty squished between them if he's not careful, but Goro's certain, for some reason, that Sneasel doesn't mind.]
I'm sorry. [You went through so much. You shouldn't have to repeat that twice.] I don't know who I am, but I know who I want to be. Is that alright?
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and sits speechless instead, eyes widening as it all spills out in jagged lines, something he never expected from Silver in the least. His chest is tight like wound string, knotted and useless to untangle, brows furrowing as he takes it in, as he considers the the question.
Who am I? I don't know. These powers are proof, aren't they? That I'm the same person as him?
Akira's going to remember someday, if he is one. Then what'll happen. Will we be friends still? Will he hate me?
He said once that "we're different"; that person in my visions and myself weren't the same, so it didn't matter what happened in them, but I-- I--
Goro's someone who's grabbing Silver into a hug is who he is, burying his face into the shoulder before him and pressing as close as he comfortably can. Sneasel's pretty squished between them if he's not careful, but Goro's certain, for some reason, that Sneasel doesn't mind.]
I'm sorry. [You went through so much. You shouldn't have to repeat that twice.] I don't know who I am, but I know who I want to be. Is that alright?