[Things that shouldn't make Heart do the mental equivalent of a record scratch: Rhys' words just then. And yet, here we are, as Heart suddenly falls silent.
His friend...
It's not that Heart wasn't aware that some of the people here liked him, he wasn't that dense. But the fact still remained that he wasn't really supposed to be... one of them, not truly. And it's not that he's a stranger to friendship. He has plenty. 108 of them, to be precise. Every single Roidmude. But not a single human.
Just when did that change...?]
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[There's sense in Rhys' words and it's hard to argue with it. Not that he can truly agree with all of it, but...]
I understand what you're saying. Perhaps my words were poorly chosen. And hypocritical, perhaps. I hold myself to a different standard of strength than others. [If anyone else here was upset, Heart wouldn't call them weak. Never.] But I have to.
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His friend...
It's not that Heart wasn't aware that some of the people here liked him, he wasn't that dense. But the fact still remained that he wasn't really supposed to be... one of them, not truly. And it's not that he's a stranger to friendship. He has plenty. 108 of them, to be precise. Every single Roidmude. But not a single human.
Just when did that change...?]
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[There's sense in Rhys' words and it's hard to argue with it. Not that he can truly agree with all of it, but...]
I understand what you're saying. Perhaps my words were poorly chosen. And hypocritical, perhaps. I hold myself to a different standard of strength than others. [If anyone else here was upset, Heart wouldn't call them weak. Never.] But I have to.