[ Mitsuhide wants to say that Shootie is still small but decides against it. He giggles to himself to lightly poke to harpy on the nose. ]
Likening a kind gesture to someone and never letting anyone else be kind in that way is its own cell. It means that it will always hurt until it doesn't.
[ He states at him for a time, eyes sliding to look to the wall as he mulls over his answer. His deer ears flicks, disrupting his hair. ]
No, no, nothing like that... [ His eyes come back to focus back on Shootie's face. ] Pain is a means for me to connect to people. I may not think or respond the same ways as everyone else but I feel the same agony as they do.
There is no amount of pain that can deaden the heart, unfortunately. [ He pinches the young one's cheek, pulling on it slightly but only enough to sting a little. ] I remember a young woman that was completely destroyed in all manner by my lord yet she could still cry and still feel pain.
Such is the glory of my lord, I suppose, but no one can escape their own hearts. They are too much, you see? Too much? Even when they are screaming, there is a part yearning for love and so it will experience pain again and again... because even if the mind has given up hope, the heart shall not.
[ He giggles with a small shrug of his shoulders. ] Killing that girl will wound a part in you, won't it? Even if I tell you that these are my decisions and actions... you will still feel responsible for it?
[ Oh dear ]
Likening a kind gesture to someone and never letting anyone else be kind in that way is its own cell. It means that it will always hurt until it doesn't.
[ He states at him for a time, eyes sliding to look to the wall as he mulls over his answer. His deer ears flicks, disrupting his hair. ]
No, no, nothing like that... [ His eyes come back to focus back on Shootie's face. ] Pain is a means for me to connect to people. I may not think or respond the same ways as everyone else but I feel the same agony as they do.
There is no amount of pain that can deaden the heart, unfortunately. [ He pinches the young one's cheek, pulling on it slightly but only enough to sting a little. ] I remember a young woman that was completely destroyed in all manner by my lord yet she could still cry and still feel pain.
Such is the glory of my lord, I suppose, but no one can escape their own hearts. They are too much, you see? Too much? Even when they are screaming, there is a part yearning for love and so it will experience pain again and again... because even if the mind has given up hope, the heart shall not.
[ He giggles with a small shrug of his shoulders. ] Killing that girl will wound a part in you, won't it? Even if I tell you that these are my decisions and actions... you will still feel responsible for it?