You donāt need to say sorry, Jason. [ daylight smiles at him, trying to show there are no hard feelings for these turn of events. (wellā towards jason, at the very least. the last thing heās going to do is shoot the messenger who, in quick hindsight, had been really, really reluctant to deliver the message in the first place. (way to miss all the obvious signals, day.) if jason had it his way, he probably would have kept this from him but jason did the right thing.
it hurt like hell but day knows this was the right thing to do so day is grateful for it.)
day is about to remember a saying his mom had about this sort of situation but finds himself abruptly stopping those thoughts with an almost angry swiftness. he takes a deep and needs more than a second to compose himself. ] Itās not your fault thatā¦ that this happened. Any of this. Iā¦ I guess better later than never, huh?
[ and, in a way, itās a comfort that jason is the one who got this. who understood what itās like to be in this situation. who probably had a better grasp of what to expect or do.
(in a way, it made his earlier statements about how he didnāt understand what jason was going through ironic. or darkly humorous foreshadowing. he isnāt sure which.) ]
Thank you for giving this to me. [ he smiles again but the smile is accompanied with a hiccup to the vents, his breath hitching as he tries to keep something down. ] If anyone had to find this, Iām glad it was you.
[ day looks down at the opal that he had dropped in the snow. carefully, he kneels down and pulls out a cloth from the messenger bag-turned-belt of his to use while he picks up the fallen jewel. then he looks at jason once again. his expression twists into something mournful as he asks something: ]
ā¦ But, I'm not gonna lie, it hurts. [ day hopes jason understands what he means: the sting of betrayal. the sharp stab of anger towards his family. the weird sense of guilt for not living up to these expectations he had no idea he had to face. ] It hurts andā Does it ever stop hurting? Does it?
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it hurt like hell but day knows this was the right thing to do so day is grateful for it.)
day is about to remember a saying his mom had about this sort of situation but finds himself abruptly stopping those thoughts with an almost angry swiftness. he takes a deep and needs more than a second to compose himself. ] Itās not your fault thatā¦ that this happened. Any of this. Iā¦ I guess better later than never, huh?
[ and, in a way, itās a comfort that jason is the one who got this. who understood what itās like to be in this situation. who probably had a better grasp of what to expect or do.
(in a way, it made his earlier statements about how he didnāt understand what jason was going through ironic. or darkly humorous foreshadowing. he isnāt sure which.) ]
Thank you for giving this to me. [ he smiles again but the smile is accompanied with a hiccup to the vents, his breath hitching as he tries to keep something down. ] If anyone had to find this, Iām glad it was you.
[ day looks down at the opal that he had dropped in the snow. carefully, he kneels down and pulls out a cloth from the messenger bag-turned-belt of his to use while he picks up the fallen jewel. then he looks at jason once again. his expression twists into something mournful as he asks something: ]
ā¦ But, I'm not gonna lie, it hurts. [ day hopes jason understands what he means: the sting of betrayal. the sharp stab of anger towards his family. the weird sense of guilt for not living up to these expectations he had no idea he had to face. ] It hurts andā Does it ever stop hurting? Does it?