"Hey!" Sora yelps, squirming and slapping at their hand lightly until they take it away, and then he manages to slap himself in the face. "Jerk," he mutters, rubbing where he slapped himself, but he's smiling the edge right off it. Sora doesn't have any sharp edges to him. Kinda like a frog. Or the sky.
That last little statement manages to cut a bit deeper than Soldat probably intended, but even though Sora could cry about it, he knows he doesn't have to, so he doesn't. It's taken quite a bit of time, but now he can follow the line from where that sentence hurts down to the part of his heart where it connects to him. It hurts because it's important. Because it's real.
"You don't have to be. You can change your mind." A broken heart is a survivable condition. Well, at least for a while, anyway. "I'll keep liking you forever, but you don't have to. It's okay." Forever is something that transcends time and space for Sora. He realizes now that that's an inescapable part of him, and that's okay. It has to be. It's just that forever's a terribly big thing to ask of anyone else. So he won't.
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That last little statement manages to cut a bit deeper than Soldat probably intended, but even though Sora could cry about it, he knows he doesn't have to, so he doesn't. It's taken quite a bit of time, but now he can follow the line from where that sentence hurts down to the part of his heart where it connects to him. It hurts because it's important. Because it's real.
"You don't have to be. You can change your mind." A broken heart is a survivable condition. Well, at least for a while, anyway. "I'll keep liking you forever, but you don't have to. It's okay." Forever is something that transcends time and space for Sora. He realizes now that that's an inescapable part of him, and that's okay. It has to be. It's just that forever's a terribly big thing to ask of anyone else. So he won't.