[Hendrik lets his grip loosen, hand trailing from Jasper's elbow to his wrist. It doesn't even occur to him how little he has actually had physical contact with his childhood friend in years.]
...I see.
[It's easy to say the words, but properly analyzing them takes more than a momentary silence. Still, he does not let go.
Slowly, he eventually realizes that he understands -- at least in part. He had come to expect others to impress upon him their ideas of who he was, rarely giving it much thought. In the aftermath of Yggdrasil's fall, he started internally warring with what the people said of him.
Some form of identity crisis.
He opens his mouth to say something, but hesitates on his wording. His question is slow in forming on his lips.]
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...I see.
[It's easy to say the words, but properly analyzing them takes more than a momentary silence. Still, he does not let go.
Slowly, he eventually realizes that he understands -- at least in part. He had come to expect others to impress upon him their ideas of who he was, rarely giving it much thought. In the aftermath of Yggdrasil's fall, he started internally warring with what the people said of him.
Some form of identity crisis.
He opens his mouth to say something, but hesitates on his wording. His question is slow in forming on his lips.]
Who do you want to be?