[ Watching Ichimats cry is... something else. It's weird seeing his brother show such an emotion when he's usually hard to read or is showing something of hatred instead of sadness. To hear Ichimatsu confess something like that, though.. ]
There's.. nothing to be jealous of, Ichimatsu.
[ a pause. ]
I'm... faking most of the time, anyway. How else am I supposed to be confident— be strong— if I don't show myself and everyone else that I love myself? [ —when he doesn't, actually. Every time he tries to, he gets knocked down by the rest of the world. ]
I said your sense of self for a reason, Karamatsu. I know you're faking it, I think we all do. You're a dramatic fool but you're not the callous asshole you pretend to be half of your life.
[There's a sick little smile on his face, twisted up at the corners like he's having a hard time with the expression.]
But you have an idea of who you are, and you show that. An idea, maybe, of who you want to be. Faking or otherwise, there's a definitive concept there.
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There's.. nothing to be jealous of, Ichimatsu.
[ a pause. ]
I'm... faking most of the time, anyway. How else am I supposed to be confident— be strong— if I don't show myself and everyone else that I love myself?
[ —when he doesn't, actually. Every time he tries to, he gets knocked down by the rest of the world. ]
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[There's a sick little smile on his face, twisted up at the corners like he's having a hard time with the expression.]
But you have an idea of who you are, and you show that. An idea, maybe, of who you want to be. Faking or otherwise, there's a definitive concept there.