Felt wanted. Zenigata wondered, not for the first time, what he felt like here. Especially with the rules he'd laid out. Not wanted, apparently, not cared for. Just here, tortured by illusions of happiness that never was.
He doesn't know how to fix that.
"I'm sorry," he said. He thought of the aching dreams of Oscar, of things he missed with Toshiko. Things time and negligence made impossible to regain. "I wish there was more I could do, that this place was better than dreams."
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Date: 2020-03-12 06:51 pm (UTC)He doesn't know how to fix that.
"I'm sorry," he said. He thought of the aching dreams of Oscar, of things he missed with Toshiko. Things time and negligence made impossible to regain. "I wish there was more I could do, that this place was better than dreams."