[ ...It's so much to ask of him. Too much — yet isn't that exactly the problem? Nico isn't the only one who has noticed. His tendency to isolate himself, to put his wellbeing last. Sometimes under the guise of getting what he wants, but he also just can't see how he deserves this. Him. Them.
"And because of this, the 'end' will thus reveal a completely different meaning."
...Yet he keeps hearing it. Over and over and over, like cracks against the earth, dried and hard, yet moveable, with the right hand.
"Correct me if I am wrong...but I must wonder if you have considered investing in yourself."
"Why not put your fate in someone else's hands? That's perhaps the biggest gamble anyone can do."
"You're not the sole survivor, or whatever the hell your job title was. You're you. So let others help you, for once."
How long has it been, since he let something other than his luck and good fortune define him? And yet it's always been there, like a steady heartbeat, beneath it all. Nico had told him his grief was love with nowhere to go, but that hadn't stopped him from feeling it. From still holding onto it to give. The world took so much from him: his family, his people, his own identity, stripped away and sold for copper. What's left, then, but his heart, that still yearns, fights, aches — and beats, in spite of it all, in of everything.
He hasn't given up. He hasn't given up on himself, or there would be nothing of Kakavasha left in him.
He swallows against the tension of emotion in the back his throat, meeting Nico's gaze. Everything he had said about his value...had nothing to do with his luck, or with "Aventurine", either. ]
...And what if, in the end, we should still fall? What if I gamble everything on you...and lose?
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"And because of this, the 'end' will thus reveal a completely different meaning."
...Yet he keeps hearing it. Over and over and over, like cracks against the earth, dried and hard, yet moveable, with the right hand.
"Correct me if I am wrong...but I must wonder if you have considered investing in yourself."
"Why not put your fate in someone else's hands? That's perhaps the biggest gamble anyone can do."
"You're not the sole survivor, or whatever the hell your job title was. You're you. So let others help you, for once."
How long has it been, since he let something other than his luck and good fortune define him? And yet it's always been there, like a steady heartbeat, beneath it all. Nico had told him his grief was love with nowhere to go, but that hadn't stopped him from feeling it. From still holding onto it to give. The world took so much from him: his family, his people, his own identity, stripped away and sold for copper. What's left, then, but his heart, that still yearns, fights, aches — and beats, in spite of it all, in of everything.
He hasn't given up. He hasn't given up on himself, or there would be nothing of Kakavasha left in him.
He swallows against the tension of emotion in the back his throat, meeting Nico's gaze. Everything he had said about his value...had nothing to do with his luck, or with "Aventurine", either. ]
...And what if, in the end, we should still fall? What if I gamble everything on you...and lose?