[Sasuke can't say he fancies the idea of someone he doesn't know (is it true he doesn't know "them"?) who can pour all of his trauma into a single, concise book. There's no way one person knows all of these things collectively, right?]
It's better than letting it exist.
[So he bunches his fingers into the edge of the book and slides it away until he's clutching it by his waist like it's a pound of flesh. He levels Noctis finally with a pair of strange, mismatched eyes.]
no subject
It's better than letting it exist.
[So he bunches his fingers into the edge of the book and slides it away until he's clutching it by his waist like it's a pound of flesh. He levels Noctis finally with a pair of strange, mismatched eyes.]
Why do you care?