[he pauses right before he makes it out the door and - lets his hand rest against the frame of it, sloth tattoo on the back of his hand and feeling like a brand. and he doesn't turn back as he admits]
.... I don't want you to die or get hurt, Leclerc-san. I don't want to hurt anybody.
[he'd said that, when he was drunk and babbling - but it's true. in his heart, even for all his volatility and anger, he doesn't have it in him to truly condemn people. which is what this place is asking him to do.]
.... but I'll do work. You don't have to doubt that.
[even if it's just for everybody else, because he can't find answers good enough for himself. he'll walk out afterward, silent.]
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.... I don't want you to die or get hurt, Leclerc-san. I don't want to hurt anybody.
[he'd said that, when he was drunk and babbling - but it's true. in his heart, even for all his volatility and anger, he doesn't have it in him to truly condemn people. which is what this place is asking him to do.]
.... but I'll do work. You don't have to doubt that.
[even if it's just for everybody else, because he can't find answers good enough for himself. he'll walk out afterward, silent.]