[ Shut up. she wants to say. After so long of struggling to live, hearing I should have died from any of their number turns her stomach. But she knows that wouldn't help. It's what he feels, regardless of how little Yuuri likes to hear it.
But hearing that -- it settles her, just a little. She's spent a very long time bristling at the very mention of the so-called Chosen King but the more she hears of him the more she thinks that... maybe, just maybe he might understand. He might be able to see how the man he'd put to death had ended up as the man sat here in the middle of an alien's house and asking just why he deserved to be offered a basic courtesy like compassion.
She hopes so. God, she hopes so. ]
... I won't tell you any of what happened was-- was okay, or that you haven't done anything wrong. I'm not going to tell you "it's all in the past, you were a different person"... nothing stupid like that. I know it won't help and I think... if any of us were the kind of people who'd tell you a lie like that because we thought you wanted to hear it, we wouldn't be the kind of people you need by your side.
And that... wasn't my world. It wasn't my kingdom, my city. It isn't my place to look at something like that and decide I forgive you for it. B--but... but it also means I don't have any place to decide you don't belong with us because of it either.
[ Her words are a little muffled -- she's got her face pressed into his shoulder now (or well, as close as she can get with the difference in their height) but even then she sounds fierce. Even with the catch in her voice that betrays the presence of tears in her eyes. ]
We want you with us because-- because we love you. Because we're family, you idiot.
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But hearing that -- it settles her, just a little. She's spent a very long time bristling at the very mention of the so-called Chosen King but the more she hears of him the more she thinks that... maybe, just maybe he might understand. He might be able to see how the man he'd put to death had ended up as the man sat here in the middle of an alien's house and asking just why he deserved to be offered a basic courtesy like compassion.
She hopes so. God, she hopes so. ]
... I won't tell you any of what happened was-- was okay, or that you haven't done anything wrong. I'm not going to tell you "it's all in the past, you were a different person"... nothing stupid like that. I know it won't help and I think... if any of us were the kind of people who'd tell you a lie like that because we thought you wanted to hear it, we wouldn't be the kind of people you need by your side.
And that... wasn't my world. It wasn't my kingdom, my city. It isn't my place to look at something like that and decide I forgive you for it. B--but... but it also means I don't have any place to decide you don't belong with us because of it either.
It's not about what you deserve. It's not about what any of us deserve. I don't give a damn about any of that anymore.
[ Her words are a little muffled -- she's got her face pressed into his shoulder now (or well, as close as she can get with the difference in their height) but even then she sounds fierce. Even with the catch in her voice that betrays the presence of tears in her eyes. ]
We want you with us because-- because we love you. Because we're family, you idiot.