“Then you really didn’t learn anything at all, did you?” He thinks about Riddle—how unhappy he’d been making everyone, but more than that how close he was to really hurting someone in a way he’d never be able to take back. But more importantly, how much Riddle had learned from the experience.
It’s not anger or frustration. It’s hard, exactly, to put it into words.
“You’re…you’re Idia Shroud! You’re a technological genius! Probably the most brilliant magical engineer that’s ever lived and you’re telling me that you wouldn’t identify an outdated piece of software and upgrade it?” He huffs, well aware that he’s getting way more worked up than he has any real right to.
Now Idia looks up at him, confused. Why is Cater getting worked up over his depression? He's lived with it for years, it's nothing new. Maybe he feels a little better, but there's some things even a revelation can't overcome.
[machine n brain r diff. can program one not the other. y machines r better. not messy. better now tho. dont want 2 die.]
Well, that's a rather blunt admission. For all that Idia flustered over sexuality, he drops that rather heavy bomb without the slightest shred of shame.
Projecting, much? Maybe. But that confession really pops him like an over-inflates balloon. Cater’s face is stuck in a state of stunned disbelief. “You wanted to die?”
Another shrug. It's a simple fact that replaced another simple fact: he wanted to die, and now he doesn't. Everything else is superfluous detail, built around the memory of his brother.
How can he say something like that so casually? If it were him…
No, no, he’s not going to even let himself think about it. That’s a path he can see himself sliding down far too quickly. Better to stay distracted. His head throbs. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I’m glad you’re still here.” Not to mention that it is absolutely important, but what kind of hypocrite would he be I’d he tried to force Idia to talk about it? And how would he even explain his own feelings on the matter when he has no particularly good explanation? I care because it would be shitty not to?
Why does it matter to Cater if Idia is still alive? Idia's not his housewarden or a fellow Heartslabyul. They barely know each other. Surely there are other people Cater would miss more. Or is it guilt motivating these words, wanting Idia to live simply because death is awkward for the living?
Idia has dealt with death his entire life. He's caused it.
But he doesn't ask.
[thx]
He scoots toward the closest bookshelf, glancing it over before pulling a volume out. A bit more wriggling and he's sitting close enough to pass the paperback to Cater. It's a sci-fi manga, with a group of teenagers flying across the galaxy in a spaceship made out of an amusement ride.
Cater takes the comic without thinking, looking it over quietly. Ha. So maybe this wasn’t a total disaster, after all. He really has no idea how to read the Shroud at all.
“You sure? Bringing it back involves talking to me again, you know.”
With a little snort, Idia gets to his feet so he can sit on the bed. His legs are going to sleep again and that's the last thing he wants after last time.
[already talked 2 much. been in my room 2 times. guess its no big deal.]
Once again, Cater has sapped his energy. So much for doing a raid tonight. He needs to message the guild before he conks out. But somehow, Idia's not that mad about it. Maybe a little annoyed, but not pissed.
You know what? Cater has been given an out and he's taking it. With a somewhat disbelieving chuckle, he stands and stretches. "Talk about a UR event, right?" He looks at the book again, reading the back synopsis, and picks up his abandoned textbook. When he's standing straight again, he's managed to put his mask back on.
"Well, I'll be sure to give you my full review next time! TTYL, Idia!" Even Cater needs to decompress from this social outing. He's been given a lot to think about. Heading to the door, he stops as it slides open. "Oh, by the way, I pulled the limited SSR. Like totes last minute, hella clutch! Just in case you were wondering."
Idia looks up, blinking. Suddenly there's a flash of sharp teeth past those blue lips as they curl into a grin. One hand flashes a V sign while the other types into the app.
[my awesome gacha luck rubbed off on u. grats.]
It's weird, but he feels a little off at Cater leaving his room. He's not about to ask him to stay, though.
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It’s not anger or frustration. It’s hard, exactly, to put it into words.
“You’re…you’re Idia Shroud! You’re a technological genius! Probably the most brilliant magical engineer that’s ever lived and you’re telling me that you wouldn’t identify an outdated piece of software and upgrade it?” He huffs, well aware that he’s getting way more worked up than he has any real right to.
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[machine n brain r diff. can program one not the other. y machines r better. not messy. better now tho. dont want 2 die.]
Well, that's a rather blunt admission. For all that Idia flustered over sexuality, he drops that rather heavy bomb without the slightest shred of shame.
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[not n e more. not important now. still alive.]
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No, no, he’s not going to even let himself think about it. That’s a path he can see himself sliding down far too quickly. Better to stay distracted. His head throbs. He pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I’m glad you’re still here.” Not to mention that it is absolutely important, but what kind of hypocrite would he be I’d he tried to force Idia to talk about it? And how would he even explain his own feelings on the matter when he has no particularly good explanation? I care because it would be shitty not to?
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Why does it matter to Cater if Idia is still alive? Idia's not his housewarden or a fellow Heartslabyul. They barely know each other. Surely there are other people Cater would miss more. Or is it guilt motivating these words, wanting Idia to live simply because death is awkward for the living?
Idia has dealt with death his entire life. He's caused it.
But he doesn't ask.
[thx]
He scoots toward the closest bookshelf, glancing it over before pulling a volume out. A bit more wriggling and he's sitting close enough to pass the paperback to Cater. It's a sci-fi manga, with a group of teenagers flying across the galaxy in a spaceship made out of an amusement ride.
[good 1. bring it back l8r.]
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“You sure? Bringing it back involves talking to me again, you know.”
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[already talked 2 much. been in my room 2 times. guess its no big deal.]
Once again, Cater has sapped his energy. So much for doing a raid tonight. He needs to message the guild before he conks out. But somehow, Idia's not that mad about it. Maybe a little annoyed, but not pissed.
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"Well, I'll be sure to give you my full review next time! TTYL, Idia!" Even Cater needs to decompress from this social outing. He's been given a lot to think about. Heading to the door, he stops as it slides open. "Oh, by the way, I pulled the limited SSR. Like totes last minute, hella clutch! Just in case you were wondering."
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[my awesome gacha luck rubbed off on u. grats.]
It's weird, but he feels a little off at Cater leaving his room. He's not about to ask him to stay, though.
[ttyl. good sleep l8r.]