[ there was a surprise. pulling her focus out of her memories, ruka looks at oz, almost perplexed by his response. her words are slow to emerge. ]
Everyone else calls me selfish.
[ not always in those words, and never with the foreknowledge that oz now possesses, but ruka always felt that weight in other conversations. that, for whomever she holds such intense feelings, she is obligated to reveal, that even those made strangers are entitled to the truth of her heart, no matter how heavy or painful to bear. somehow, her feelings for others were more important than her feelings for anything else.
but that confirmation, that echo... even if it's borne from something like cowardice, like hurt, like selfish defense, it's a comfort to know she wouldn't be the only one to make that choice.]
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Everyone else calls me selfish.
[ not always in those words, and never with the foreknowledge that oz now possesses, but ruka always felt that weight in other conversations. that, for whomever she holds such intense feelings, she is obligated to reveal, that even those made strangers are entitled to the truth of her heart, no matter how heavy or painful to bear. somehow, her feelings for others were more important than her feelings for anything else.
but that confirmation, that echo... even if it's borne from something like cowardice, like hurt, like selfish defense, it's a comfort to know she wouldn't be the only one to make that choice.]
... But you understand.