[ Despite all appearances to the contrary in Master Blue's mansion, Isaac has never, ever in his life, been a deft hand at befriending people. He's overeager, socially clumsy; he sees people as opportunities, chances, thinks of his own feelings before theirs. It's been at least a little different here, in this place where he's positive he hurt or maybe even killed Mr. Spender; an about-face in his attitude regarding people, long overdue, has been taking place over the course of the past two weeks.
But he never would have expected it to hinge on Asch. The guy who, like two DAYS into their stay at the mansion, broke a leg off a table and basically stabbed him in the throat with it.
Why is he crying so hard for someone he barely knows?
No... no, that's not the real question, or even the right one.
Why did he only figure out that he's got an older brother that he can look up to and rely on the day before that person dies? Why did he only realize yesterday how fallible, how human, Asch ultimately was?
If you asked him, he'd say he's no better at people than Asch himself. And yet, here they both are, bound in some inextricable, inexplicable way that neither wanted nor planned for.
But Asch puts a hand on Isaac's head, a comforting gesture he would have bled to earn from literally anyone in his life back home, and...
just...
sobs. Like a kid, gasping and sniffling and hiccuping, the whole nine yards. ]
Shut up...! [ his voice is so thin and warps around his tears and he hates it. ] How could you do this? How dare you-- you're not just my friend, Asch, you're, you're like a brother to me, and I only just figured it out and you're leaving--
[ his face is beet red from the force of his emotion. He'll reach up to grip the bars of the cage, overwhelmed in the face of this torrent of grief. His own grief, so predictable yet so unexpected. ]
I don't want you to say sorry. I want you to live. That's all I want, that's all I wanted...
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But he never would have expected it to hinge on Asch. The guy who, like two DAYS into their stay at the mansion, broke a leg off a table and basically stabbed him in the throat with it.
Why is he crying so hard for someone he barely knows?
No... no, that's not the real question, or even the right one.
Why did he only figure out that he's got an older brother that he can look up to and rely on the day before that person dies? Why did he only realize yesterday how fallible, how human, Asch ultimately was?
If you asked him, he'd say he's no better at people than Asch himself. And yet, here they both are, bound in some inextricable, inexplicable way that neither wanted nor planned for.
But Asch puts a hand on Isaac's head, a comforting gesture he would have bled to earn from literally anyone in his life back home, and...
just...
sobs. Like a kid, gasping and sniffling and hiccuping, the whole nine yards. ]
Shut up...! [ his voice is so thin and warps around his tears and he hates it. ] How could you do this? How dare you-- you're not just my friend, Asch, you're, you're like a brother to me, and I only just figured it out and you're leaving--
[ his face is beet red from the force of his emotion. He'll reach up to grip the bars of the cage, overwhelmed in the face of this torrent of grief. His own grief, so predictable yet so unexpected. ]
I don't want you to say sorry. I want you to live. That's all I want, that's all I wanted...