"I didn't try to hurt her, it's not like I'd let my men kill her! What would be the point!" He spun out of Lydia's hold and turned to Tsubomi, desperation in his eyes.
"She's right. What we did is unforgivable. We weren't worth Betilla's kindness in the first place. We admired her so much, that she reached out to us even when we were alone, and now what? There's nothing to go home to. We'll be outcasts. We'll be hated. There never has been a place for us in the Glade, and it's our fault that there never will be."
"Stop it, stop it, stop it." Ales pulled the brim of his hat down, covering the top portion of his head including his eyes, and his shaking hands tried anything to pull the entire hat over his body. He slouched over, anything to ignore the part of him telling him to regret.
But his Calamity self continued onward, stepping closer with glistening eyes. "Why aren't you listening? You know this is why you're working so hard here. You have no other world to go to. You've always failed. You failed when you followed the rules. You failed when you tried to break them. You failed at being a good person--"
"I don't want to be a good person! What even is a good person? Rulers and leaders decide what a good person is! Ignorant masses decide who is a good person! I'm not good at being a traditional Teensie, is that what you're trying to say?" He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home.
"Yeah, it would be nice if were were just like everyone else, right? If we weren't different. If we never complained. Then we'd never do anything horrible."
"I...I wanted to fix things..." Ales insisted.
"You wanted to be adored. Remembered and powerful, just like Mr. Dark." The Shadow picked at its fingernails. "Doesn't that alone say everything about just what kind of person we are?"
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"She's right. What we did is unforgivable. We weren't worth Betilla's kindness in the first place. We admired her so much, that she reached out to us even when we were alone, and now what? There's nothing to go home to. We'll be outcasts. We'll be hated. There never has been a place for us in the Glade, and it's our fault that there never will be."
"Stop it, stop it, stop it." Ales pulled the brim of his hat down, covering the top portion of his head including his eyes, and his shaking hands tried anything to pull the entire hat over his body. He slouched over, anything to ignore the part of him telling him to regret.
But his Calamity self continued onward, stepping closer with glistening eyes. "Why aren't you listening? You know this is why you're working so hard here. You have no other world to go to. You've always failed. You failed when you followed the rules. You failed when you tried to break them. You failed at being a good person--"
"I don't want to be a good person! What even is a good person? Rulers and leaders decide what a good person is! Ignorant masses decide who is a good person! I'm not good at being a traditional Teensie, is that what you're trying to say?" He wanted to go home. He wanted to go home.
"Yeah, it would be nice if were were just like everyone else, right? If we weren't different. If we never complained. Then we'd never do anything horrible."
"I...I wanted to fix things..." Ales insisted.
"You wanted to be adored. Remembered and powerful, just like Mr. Dark." The Shadow picked at its fingernails. "Doesn't that alone say everything about just what kind of person we are?"