Leon's mouth closes immediately, and for a long moment, he can only stare at her. It was him, huh? Him and nobody else who was able to make this impact on her. It was him who helped her, and it's him who... Otome cares that much about...?
For a brief, sickening moment it feels like he's making the same mistakes that he made before, that something will happen to Otome as well and it will be his own fault, solely because she got attached to someone like him--
But that moment is very quickly swamped by how sincerely glad he is, because this sort of thing... it's rare and it's new and it's still something precious. First there was only Marian and Chaltier--after that came Stahn and Rutee and Mary and Philia, Woodrow and Johnny and even Chelsea and Kongman, people who he has to admit, if only to himself, cared about him (and, in turn, who he cared about too). But for it to happen again is still...overwhelming, and for a long moment, he can only stare at her before he swallows, because suddenly, strangely, his throat feels tight.]
... I see. [For once, it's hard to find a way to deflect at all, honestly.] You...can believe what you want, naturally, regardless of the truthfulness of it.
[But even as he does say that... well, he's pleased, deep down (or maybe not so deep down, honestly).]
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Leon's mouth closes immediately, and for a long moment, he can only stare at her. It was him, huh? Him and nobody else who was able to make this impact on her. It was him who helped her, and it's him who... Otome cares that much about...?
For a brief, sickening moment it feels like he's making the same mistakes that he made before, that something will happen to Otome as well and it will be his own fault, solely because she got attached to someone like him--
But that moment is very quickly swamped by how sincerely glad he is, because this sort of thing... it's rare and it's new and it's still something precious. First there was only Marian and Chaltier--after that came Stahn and Rutee and Mary and Philia, Woodrow and Johnny and even Chelsea and Kongman, people who he has to admit, if only to himself, cared about him (and, in turn, who he cared about too). But for it to happen again is still...overwhelming, and for a long moment, he can only stare at her before he swallows, because suddenly, strangely, his throat feels tight.]
... I see. [For once, it's hard to find a way to deflect at all, honestly.] You...can believe what you want, naturally, regardless of the truthfulness of it.
[But even as he does say that... well, he's pleased, deep down (or maybe not so deep down, honestly).]