[He's not a guy who's very good at the whole being open about his true self to other people thing. He'd have been doomed back in Inaba, basically. But the more people say things like this, the more that chokehold on himself begins to loosen, even if he doesn't fully realize it himself, what it means. All he knows is that he feels a little bit of weight lift off the more open he can be.
Things from their past . . . learn it all . . .
There's that, though. This is great now. How will it be if she ever finds out the other half of that story, the one where Leon Dies at the End?
Maybe it's dangerous to loosen up too much. But even with that in mind—he still feels better hearing it, and he drops his hands to lace around his own cup again, his expression smoothing out some more.]
I just—I thought everyone would, I dunno, laugh at me, or pity me, or . . . however they wanted to hate me, they'd find a way, y'know? I couldn't even imagine how I was gonna get out of bed and look in the mirror today . . . heh, that's a little embarrassing too, but I guess you're not gonna get up and walk away now. Probably?
[He's more joking that time, less genuinely fearful that she will. It's a process.]
So, thanks! And—look, I don't really get the whole Shadow thing, you're gonna have to explain that to me some time if you wanna, but anyone who'd turn their back on you after that or anything else is a total idiot. Just so you know!
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[He's not a guy who's very good at the whole being open about his true self to other people thing. He'd have been doomed back in Inaba, basically. But the more people say things like this, the more that chokehold on himself begins to loosen, even if he doesn't fully realize it himself, what it means. All he knows is that he feels a little bit of weight lift off the more open he can be.
Things from their past . . . learn it all . . .
There's that, though. This is great now. How will it be if she ever finds out the other half of that story, the one where Leon Dies at the End?
Maybe it's dangerous to loosen up too much. But even with that in mind—he still feels better hearing it, and he drops his hands to lace around his own cup again, his expression smoothing out some more.]
I just—I thought everyone would, I dunno, laugh at me, or pity me, or . . . however they wanted to hate me, they'd find a way, y'know? I couldn't even imagine how I was gonna get out of bed and look in the mirror today . . . heh, that's a little embarrassing too, but I guess you're not gonna get up and walk away now. Probably?
[He's more joking that time, less genuinely fearful that she will. It's a process.]
So, thanks! And—look, I don't really get the whole Shadow thing, you're gonna have to explain that to me some time if you wanna, but anyone who'd turn their back on you after that or anything else is a total idiot. Just so you know!