[He doesn't even look at Luna as he waits for him to finish reading the entry. He knows he couldn't bear whatever expression crossed his face, or even the slightest twitch hinting at a struggle to keep one from showing at all. He draws his knees up a little, just enough to rest his elbows on them, keeping his eyes closed until Luna finally speaks up.]
...It's only a theory. But... I thought I saw her, too.
[Clouded by love. His own feelings never bordered on romantic, but he sure as hell cared enough about her that he couldn't even go through with what he was so convinced needed to be done. As with anyone so tainted by Despair. All three of them understood and agreed upon it long ago, and still...
He finally opens his eyes again, staring sidelong at Luna.]
So what do you want done if she really is here?
[They can't put it off forever. They should have had a plan from the start.]
[He doesn't even have to think twice on it. Perhaps it's how his heart is weak around her or how she seems to be so willing to speak so honestly with him that day, but he can't find it in him to execute her immediately but he couldn't bring himself to stab her, not for the second time.
He's pulling himself back together as much as his ability allows him to. It's tempting to just listen to his emotions when they're luring him to act out, to just rip the skin around him and shout out yet again.
It's all his feelings clouding the logical side of things. The theory has a standing but it's just that; it's a theory pushed through assumptions and suspicions they have, backed up by information that's at best plausible. All his senses tenfold, he's self-conscious to the point of hyper aware for once, because of what he's about to say:]
Until further judgement, we're not to do any kind of extreme action. It's too ambiguous to be a concrete answer. I won't deny it to be a possibility, but also I can't take that as absolute fact for now.
[It's a plea, one that shows his denial as clear as day.]
[He closes his eyes again, letting out a deep, silent breath as he leans more heavily against the wall. It's the same verdict Luna gave on Enoshima's sister, but Mal knows better than to think the hesitation to act immediately is for remotely the same reasons.
You didn't need any evidence when you tried to get rid of me.
His stomach roils with disgust at himself. Of course Luna doesn't want to repeat that same mistake, that's all. Mal's good hand clenches into a loose fist as he reminds himself that he should just be thankful that he has an answer on what to do now. But when will things be too much to simply sit back and observe anymore? Would Luna have the resolve to see it for what it was then?
Or will Mallory have to make that decision when the time comes?
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...It's only a theory. But... I thought I saw her, too.
[Clouded by love. His own feelings never bordered on romantic, but he sure as hell cared enough about her that he couldn't even go through with what he was so convinced needed to be done. As with anyone so tainted by Despair. All three of them understood and agreed upon it long ago, and still...
He finally opens his eyes again, staring sidelong at Luna.]
So what do you want done if she really is here?
[They can't put it off forever. They should have had a plan from the start.]
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[He doesn't even have to think twice on it. Perhaps it's how his heart is weak around her or how she seems to be so willing to speak so honestly with him that day, but he can't find it in him to execute her immediately but he couldn't bring himself to stab her, not for the second time.
He's pulling himself back together as much as his ability allows him to. It's tempting to just listen to his emotions when they're luring him to act out, to just rip the skin around him and shout out yet again.
It's all his feelings clouding the logical side of things. The theory has a standing but it's just that; it's a theory pushed through assumptions and suspicions they have, backed up by information that's at best plausible. All his senses tenfold, he's self-conscious to the point of hyper aware for once, because of what he's about to say:]
Until further judgement, we're not to do any kind of extreme action. It's too ambiguous to be a concrete answer. I won't deny it to be a possibility, but also I can't take that as absolute fact for now.
[It's a plea, one that shows his denial as clear as day.]
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Understood.
[He closes his eyes again, letting out a deep, silent breath as he leans more heavily against the wall. It's the same verdict Luna gave on Enoshima's sister, but Mal knows better than to think the hesitation to act immediately is for remotely the same reasons.
You didn't need any evidence when you tried to get rid of me.
His stomach roils with disgust at himself. Of course Luna doesn't want to repeat that same mistake, that's all. Mal's good hand clenches into a loose fist as he reminds himself that he should just be thankful that he has an answer on what to do now. But when will things be too much to simply sit back and observe anymore? Would Luna have the resolve to see it for what it was then?
Or will Mallory have to make that decision when the time comes?
He hopes it never does.]
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