[And your words' inner logics are banging into each other and meeting at cross-purposes inside his head for a good solid minute, until something clicks and he just... gets it.
It's exactly how you justify wanting to be the one to kill your sister, Taning.
Why he's bugging you is written in the sudden distant look that you see in his eyes, tinged (but not really; a tinge is faint whereas this is wearing a heart outside a sleeve and hanging neon signs on it) with a resolve mixed with abject fear. When that gaze snaps back to you, he looks much the same as you, maybe. The look of someone who has an answer that isn't an answer. Not really.
The look of anticipation of someone who expects to need to live with themselves.]
You aren't sure, are you. Do you need someone to tell you that you're going to do the right thing? [He scoffs, completely at himself.] I know I do. But you are probably stronger than me.
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It's exactly how you justify wanting to be the one to kill your sister, Taning.
Why he's bugging you is written in the sudden distant look that you see in his eyes, tinged (but not really; a tinge is faint whereas this is wearing a heart outside a sleeve and hanging neon signs on it) with a resolve mixed with abject fear. When that gaze snaps back to you, he looks much the same as you, maybe. The look of someone who has an answer that isn't an answer. Not really.
The look of anticipation of someone who expects to need to live with themselves.]
You aren't sure, are you. Do you need someone to tell you that you're going to do the right thing? [He scoffs, completely at himself.] I know I do. But you are probably stronger than me.