Maruki listened. Quietly. Inhaling smoke with the cigarette balanced on his fingers, thoughts flowing in a myriad directions with Ichinose's helpless calls of frustration and grief- playing into how she remembered every little detail. How she quoted words from other doctors because of how much it hurt her to comply and mold herself into expectations laid out by society.
With one hand still free, his gaze lingered on her. The way her expression dropped...like a doll. The true Ichinose Kuon no one else wanted to see.
"Dolls can also be pretty," he says idly with a little pout, her questions only making him put aside his cigarette in his left with his elbow resting on the top of the bench's head rest. Missing her arm, just so but staying there. Lingering. "If you are heartless then fate must be funny that way because I have met heartless people."
"Heartless people don't step forward to solve people's problems like you do." He shakes his head with a sad smile. "No- they shun you. They eat you away and spit out the residue they can't digest without looking back. Those who would much rather profit from someone else's problems rather than spend their lives finding the answer for it."
He gestures ahead with his left at the quiet. "You can look at the industry we've worked at- it's full of them. It's why I have never felt enough as a psychologist or as a counsellor because there's always more that you can do. The heartless don't allow for that to happen."
"They mock you for your dreams. They mock you for who you are- don't give into that narrative," he continues ranting- almost passionate about it, pouring his soul out for her despite his own bleeding out from the start.
"And if we are holding you as the definition of someone being heartless...? Then yes, I could see why a heart weighs less."
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With one hand still free, his gaze lingered on her. The way her expression dropped...like a doll. The true Ichinose Kuon no one else wanted to see.
"Dolls can also be pretty," he says idly with a little pout, her questions only making him put aside his cigarette in his left with his elbow resting on the top of the bench's head rest. Missing her arm, just so but staying there. Lingering. "If you are heartless then fate must be funny that way because I have met heartless people."
"Heartless people don't step forward to solve people's problems like you do." He shakes his head with a sad smile. "No- they shun you. They eat you away and spit out the residue they can't digest without looking back. Those who would much rather profit from someone else's problems rather than spend their lives finding the answer for it."
He gestures ahead with his left at the quiet. "You can look at the industry we've worked at- it's full of them. It's why I have never felt enough as a psychologist or as a counsellor because there's always more that you can do. The heartless don't allow for that to happen."
"They mock you for your dreams. They mock you for who you are- don't give into that narrative," he continues ranting- almost passionate about it, pouring his soul out for her despite his own bleeding out from the start.
"And if we are holding you as the definition of someone being heartless...? Then yes, I could see why a heart weighs less."