[Out of consideration for the hospitality, he takes a sip himself, though his chest twists at the words that follow.
Rom's logic is a lifeline. To cut it would mean to fall into a pool of untold emotions; acceptance of the facts is therefore a necessity to sidestep the yawning despair below. It's a tightrope on which Rom walks, drawn far over the heads of others, who roam a seemingly separate plane.
Yi Sang's idealism has invited unimaginable harm, both to himself and to others. In thinking he could get away with doing what he loves innocently, time stopped and everything lost meaning. He knows now where he's erred, and he won't change. But Rom . . . ]
That day at the parlor, what inexplicable visage etched itself into your retina?
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Rom's logic is a lifeline. To cut it would mean to fall into a pool of untold emotions; acceptance of the facts is therefore a necessity to sidestep the yawning despair below. It's a tightrope on which Rom walks, drawn far over the heads of others, who roam a seemingly separate plane.
Yi Sang's idealism has invited unimaginable harm, both to himself and to others. In thinking he could get away with doing what he loves innocently, time stopped and everything lost meaning. He knows now where he's erred, and he won't change. But Rom . . . ]
That day at the parlor, what inexplicable visage etched itself into your retina?