tiir rumibul; oo1

[contemptibility]

Who: Tiir and vatheon!
When: Early afternoon?
Where: In the forest, near the lake.
Style: [I'm lazy okay]
Status: NEVER MIND this suddenly became open thanks to Cal—

[It might sound a bit odd, coming from someone who tries to be honest, but Tiir hates this curse.

... Granted, he hates most of them, but still.

It might've been fine another time, or under different circumstances. Half the time, Tiir wouldn't care if others could see his thoughts, as he'd already be saying them out loud.

With Guriko to look after, however, it's a different story. He can't afford to let her see.

... And he's not as confident as he was months ago.

Thus, his thought bubble blank as he forces himself to think about nothing, he escapes to his usual hiding place: the forest. That is, the one place he can usually count on to be unoccupied.

... Except for right now, apparently—]

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[messianic]

[His thought bubble and his quiet, almost lifeless tone both say the same thing.]

...They have.

['At least in my world. At least...back home.

And that's why I--']

[contemptibility]

[A blink]

Why you...?

[messianic]

[And he smiles, expression vaguely...off. It's a sad and happy smile, but his thoughts are quiet once again.

'That's why I chose to.']

...I just appreciate it, I think.

You don't have to accept my gratitude either, of course. But...I am grateful.

[And that's that.]

[contemptibility]

(How vague—)

... Don't praise me based on the shortcomings of others. It comes across as meaningless.

(... Thank you, though.)

[messianic]

[He blinks at that thought bubble, surprised. '...!'

...]

Nothing is meaningless, Tiir-san.

I really...believe that.

[He's talking about more than just the praise now.]

[contemptibility]

[He smiles bitterly.]

... I want to believe that. However, until I find proof of that... I'm inclined to think otherwise.

[messianic]

I'm not asking you to change your beliefs.

[He tilts his head, offering a faint smile. 'I don't have that right.']

But I'm glad that you want to believe in it too.

['It gives me hope.'-- and a remembrance, Tiir's words--

'I'll change the world, where my friends aren't even granted the right to live—I'll remake it into one where they can live happily.' ...it gives him hope for that world.]

[contemptibility]

[...]

You're not allowed to say that now, after everything.

(I've changed, but is this truly better—?)

... You actually bothered to remember that?

[messianic]

I'm never going to ask you to change your beliefs.

If they change--if you change--that's just because...that's what people do.

[...]

Was I supposed to forget...? It seemed important.

[contemptibility]

And again, I think it's a bit too late to say that now.

(Might as well have—that would be less cruel than this—)

To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to listen to most of it.

[messianic]

[...hn.]

I always listen to what people have to say.

Because if they're saying it, there's a reason for it.

[And he breathes out slowly, thoughts spinning-- 'Changing beliefs...?']

Tiir-san, you bear responsibility for your own beliefs...don't you?

[contemptibility]

... What do you mean by that?

(Do I—to not would be dishonest—despise dishonesty—but was I lying to myself this entire time?)

[messianic]

Just as I bear responsibility for my beliefs.

Just as the humans of your world bear responsibility for theirs.

['murder murder racism cruelty']

Isn't that so?

[contemptibility]

(... Ah.)

Those who don't have no right to stand by them.

[messianic]

[He nods quietly.]

So...You'll have to decide what you believe on your own. And stand by it.

[He looks up at Tiir then, a slightly smile on his face. 'But I believe in you--']

You can do it.