For a second, Jaime doesn't even know how to respond. It seems -- unbelievable. Ridiculous. Far, far stranger than anything he's ever seen here, any supernatural event, even stranger than that pervy serial killer clown that got all up in his business for a few months back there. And the child assassins, which is to say, children that are assassins and not assassins that specialize in murdering children. It's even stranger than that prolonged thing about cannibalism that happened, back in the day.
No, this is a romantic entanglement of absolute telenovela proportions, with a child in the middle of it. On a telenovela, the kid would be there, oh, once every few episodes to pop up, say three lines, and then fade back into the distance until it was useful for her to be back in the picture again, for some stakes or exposition. That's not the way of life, though. The way of life means that when you have someone you're taking care of, you're taking care of them the whole time, no matter what personal junk you're going through, like dating someone your kid had a crush on who then got aged up and so you dated them despite having lost your previous partner, and being married back home. ]
That's jacked up, [ he murmurs, leaning in to look closer at the illustration, try to put it together in his head. It's much lonelier now, too, all those faces crossed out while only Ruka remains. He can understand that part, though. For a moment, he's lost for words, and then he blurts out the only think he can think to. ]
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Date: 2020-01-12 08:32 am (UTC)For a second, Jaime doesn't even know how to respond. It seems -- unbelievable. Ridiculous. Far, far stranger than anything he's ever seen here, any supernatural event, even stranger than that pervy serial killer clown that got all up in his business for a few months back there. And the child assassins, which is to say, children that are assassins and not assassins that specialize in murdering children. It's even stranger than that prolonged thing about cannibalism that happened, back in the day.
No, this is a romantic entanglement of absolute telenovela proportions, with a child in the middle of it. On a telenovela, the kid would be there, oh, once every few episodes to pop up, say three lines, and then fade back into the distance until it was useful for her to be back in the picture again, for some stakes or exposition. That's not the way of life, though. The way of life means that when you have someone you're taking care of, you're taking care of them the whole time, no matter what personal junk you're going through, like dating someone your kid had a crush on who then got aged up and so you dated them despite having lost your previous partner, and being married back home. ]
That's jacked up, [ he murmurs, leaning in to look closer at the illustration, try to put it together in his head. It's much lonelier now, too, all those faces crossed out while only Ruka remains. He can understand that part, though. For a moment, he's lost for words, and then he blurts out the only think he can think to. ]
-- did they ever ask you how you felt about it?