[For a performer, to perform is to express oneself at the height of something. Be it the whims of others or his own heart, it's an expression of passion. Yi Sang doesn't need that or believe himself entitled to one. Throwing him against a tree wasn't a performance; it was the raw, naked truth.]
Simply . . . I would like to see who you are, no matter the angle that is shown.
[Luka doesn't even have to look at him. Like a skewed reflection, he'll watch.]
Indeed, for that is what I have chosen in traversing this maze of mirrors with you—the color of you, undiluted by another's pigment . . . myself included.
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[For a performer, to perform is to express oneself at the height of something. Be it the whims of others or his own heart, it's an expression of passion. Yi Sang doesn't need that or believe himself entitled to one. Throwing him against a tree wasn't a performance; it was the raw, naked truth.]
Simply . . . I would like to see who you are, no matter the angle that is shown.
[Luka doesn't even have to look at him. Like a skewed reflection, he'll watch.]
no subject
Is that how you want me to call upon you this weekend?
no subject