There’s a lot left unsaid, a lot left implied, but it paints a clear enough picture. He can imagine the kind of punishment they meted out. He can picture it clearly - idealism taken to an extreme, but…
But does wanting to change the world make everything okay? Is it enough to justify murder?
Mitsuki…]
Albert…
[Mitsuki doesn’t know. It feels so unfathomable, something beyond what he could have anticipated or expected. He knows people kill for lesser reasons. He knows the place Albert is from is much from the world he knows, but…
It’s still so much.
It’s perhaps too much. How can he reconcile the past six months with Albert with all of this? If Albert knows he was wrong, then… Shouldn’t he allow him the chance to repent? To pay for his crimes? Is that even something he gets a say in?
He feels ill, and his grip on Albert loosens incrementally until he lets go, leaning back. He stares at the man for a long, long moment, at a complete and utter loss for words. It’s unusual for Mitsuki, who made his mark on the world with conversation, but… What does he say to all of this?
He doesn’t even know what to think. Can he be happy with Albert knowing about the blood on his hands? Can he offer him forgiveness? He’s no saint, he knows that much, and he knows Albert must fear that from the emotions that still linger between them.]
I don’t…
[He swallows.]
I don’t know what to think.
[All he knows is that it hurts and that it feels a bit like he’s been betrayed…
And that maybe he would have preferred never learning the truth.]
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There’s a lot left unsaid, a lot left implied, but it paints a clear enough picture. He can imagine the kind of punishment they meted out. He can picture it clearly - idealism taken to an extreme, but…
But does wanting to change the world make everything okay? Is it enough to justify murder?
Mitsuki…]
Albert…
[Mitsuki doesn’t know. It feels so unfathomable, something beyond what he could have anticipated or expected. He knows people kill for lesser reasons. He knows the place Albert is from is much from the world he knows, but…
It’s still so much.
It’s perhaps too much. How can he reconcile the past six months with Albert with all of this? If Albert knows he was wrong, then… Shouldn’t he allow him the chance to repent? To pay for his crimes? Is that even something he gets a say in?
He feels ill, and his grip on Albert loosens incrementally until he lets go, leaning back. He stares at the man for a long, long moment, at a complete and utter loss for words. It’s unusual for Mitsuki, who made his mark on the world with conversation, but… What does he say to all of this?
He doesn’t even know what to think. Can he be happy with Albert knowing about the blood on his hands? Can he offer him forgiveness? He’s no saint, he knows that much, and he knows Albert must fear that from the emotions that still linger between them.]
I don’t…
[He swallows.]
I don’t know what to think.
[All he knows is that it hurts and that it feels a bit like he’s been betrayed…
And that maybe he would have preferred never learning the truth.]