[Gunvolt just held her tightly while he cried, and just let all of it go. The anger and frustration in his heart toward his former mentor didn't drain away with it, but... much of the rest of it he managed to let flow. The sense of betrayal, the loneliness, and the fear of what the future what may come, and more. He pressed his face into her shoulder, showing a level of vulnerability he wasn't sure if he'd ever let anyone see before.
...He'd always had to be tough. Strong. Had been alone for most of his childhood; not in isolation, like Desidera, but in a void of real friends; always an outsider. In Japan, it was because he looked strange, and even when he got to Germany, it's because he came from another country and took quite awhile to even start fitting in. ...Even when he finally was picked up by Asimov, he had to go hard into everything to not let him down. Disappointing him was like a dagger through the heart, and the only one he could ever really open up to was Moniqa. ...Even then, he never went too far, afraid, somewhere, that she might think less of him for it too.
For once. It was okay to be "weak" and lean on someone else, even if only for a short time.
He slowly collected himself over a few minutes, eventually listening to her when she spoke. It took him several more moments to speak, his voice hoarse and tired, but... yet, firm.]
...You won't. [...He's really not the best at expressing himself. Especially right now, and he knew that. He made a noise, somewhat guttural, and shook his head.] I... won't leave you alone.
no subject
...He'd always had to be tough. Strong. Had been alone for most of his childhood; not in isolation, like Desidera, but in a void of real friends; always an outsider. In Japan, it was because he looked strange, and even when he got to Germany, it's because he came from another country and took quite awhile to even start fitting in. ...Even when he finally was picked up by Asimov, he had to go hard into everything to not let him down. Disappointing him was like a dagger through the heart, and the only one he could ever really open up to was Moniqa. ...Even then, he never went too far, afraid, somewhere, that she might think less of him for it too.
For once. It was okay to be "weak" and lean on someone else, even if only for a short time.
He slowly collected himself over a few minutes, eventually listening to her when she spoke. It took him several more moments to speak, his voice hoarse and tired, but... yet, firm.]
...You won't. [...He's really not the best at expressing himself. Especially right now, and he knew that. He made a noise, somewhat guttural, and shook his head.] I... won't leave you alone.
[...better? Maybe?]