[ Kariya remains quiet as Elias speaks. Then, he remains quiet a little more.
He's being encouraged. However bitter and distrustful he has become, however unfamiliar the gesture feels, he recognizes that. It's a kinder reply than he would have dreamed of—but, still, it doesn't shake away his malaise. ]
I don't want to be responsible for that, [ he admits. He slouches forward, shoulders curling inward. ] If it were up to me, I'd just run away. I know that makes me selfish.
[ A vague sort of guilt creeps into his thoughts—that he ought to be more thankful, that it's ungrateful to keep being so negative after that answer. So, he's quick to tack on: ]
I guess that means I don't have any right to complain. Sorry.
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He's being encouraged. However bitter and distrustful he has become, however unfamiliar the gesture feels, he recognizes that. It's a kinder reply than he would have dreamed of—but, still, it doesn't shake away his malaise. ]
I don't want to be responsible for that, [ he admits. He slouches forward, shoulders curling inward. ] If it were up to me, I'd just run away. I know that makes me selfish.
[ A vague sort of guilt creeps into his thoughts—that he ought to be more thankful, that it's ungrateful to keep being so negative after that answer. So, he's quick to tack on: ]
I guess that means I don't have any right to complain. Sorry.