[ Shit. Aerith would find exactly the one gap in her armor, the one argument she can't counter. And Aerith says she's good at figuring people out? Maika is quiet for a moment as she lets the words sink in.
It's hard, not to think of all the people who aren't here. ]
I was taught that way. Love is a weakness, and fear that you can't make into a weapon is an indulgence. Even good people will tell you that -- because what's "right" is being ready to sacrifice the few to save the many, if you have to.
[ That's what "duty" is, isn't it? That abnegation of self to become a symbol. People whose souls aren't even occupied by anything else, letting themselves be eaten anyway. ]
Fuck them, though. What's worth fighting for is whatever makes it worth it for you to wake up in the morning. Just don't forget how much those friends will bitch you out if you let yourself get hurt doing it.
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It's hard, not to think of all the people who aren't here. ]
I was taught that way. Love is a weakness, and fear that you can't make into a weapon is an indulgence. Even good people will tell you that -- because what's "right" is being ready to sacrifice the few to save the many, if you have to.
[ That's what "duty" is, isn't it? That abnegation of self to become a symbol. People whose souls aren't even occupied by anything else, letting themselves be eaten anyway. ]
Fuck them, though. What's worth fighting for is whatever makes it worth it for you to wake up in the morning. Just don't forget how much those friends will bitch you out if you let yourself get hurt doing it.