[There's that crushing feeling in his chest that he has been feeling more and more often lately. It guts him to hear all this. Some part of him wishes the blades were cutting skin, just to bring the ache he feels to the surface and let it out.
Again, the words that leave him don't have thought or planning behind them, uttered softly on impulse.]
Hn. [It's a sound of agreement, but Knives doesn't seem to want to say anything in response. Instead, he raises Legato's hand and puts the wound to his mouth to lick up the blood.]
[It's such a small, strange gesture, but it quietly throws Legato into conflict. It's pointless and probably meaningless, but unexpectedly intimate, and Legato can't help but think of the various creatures that have intentionally fed on his blood. Various things that remind him that his body is not his own. And he'll gladly let Knives do whatever he wants with it.
[There is the perhaps expected, telling pause where he's caught. It's another one of those things that he has a hard time fathoming, let along considering... especially as he hasn't exactly had experience ever sharing a bed willingly, even here.
Not that the idea isn't desperately tempting in some pathetic corner of his heart.]
[He could get into the particulars of that, about how it's often Knives' entire goal to put Legato in harm's way, or about how he usually expects Legato to handle his problems on his own, but he assumes that Knives specifically means in this instance, while Legato is sleeping, so...]
It's... interesting. That you can feel that with me, isn't it?
After all, for many years my goal for you was to have you die.
But... when harm does come your way I will it to be because I made it so. I do not want you to sacrifice your health needlessly.
Once we have control of our lives here, those responsible for harming you will be punished. In the meantime, I want to do what I can to ensure that you can rest peacefully with that certainty.
[There are so many things about Knives' reassurance that would be deeply alarming to any sane person with a functioning sense of self-preservation. And since Legato is none of those things, he finds himself finding some warped comfort in everything that Knives is saying.
Besides, by the way Knives talks about some sort of future, it makes it seem as though he's more willing to go along with Legato's vision for the city. Even if it isn't true, it makes it seem like Knives is more accepting of his own life continuing on, and Legato latches onto that.]
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Again, the words that leave him don't have thought or planning behind them, uttered softly on impulse.]
You shouldn't have had to suffer like that.
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My suffering is nothing compared to my sister's suffering.
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It isn't fair to any of you.
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He doesn't say anything either.]
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[He still might not be able to sleep, but at least it won't be because of nightmares.]
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Not that the idea isn't desperately tempting in some pathetic corner of his heart.]
...I wouldn't want to intrude.
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That is what I have heard.
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...Yes.
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It's... interesting. That you can feel that with me, isn't it?
After all, for many years my goal for you was to have you die.
But... when harm does come your way I will it to be because I made it so. I do not want you to sacrifice your health needlessly.
Once we have control of our lives here, those responsible for harming you will be punished. In the meantime, I want to do what I can to ensure that you can rest peacefully with that certainty.
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Besides, by the way Knives talks about some sort of future, it makes it seem as though he's more willing to go along with Legato's vision for the city. Even if it isn't true, it makes it seem like Knives is more accepting of his own life continuing on, and Legato latches onto that.]
Thank you. It's more than I deserve.
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