Yeah. Where I grew up, people looked down on me as... a kind of beast, of sorts. Less than human. All because of where my mother came from. They said I had the blood of cowards and weaklings... I was just an aberration, in their eyes.
[He glances to the door of the stall, almost as if he's paranoid someone might be eavesdropping. This is something he'd rather reserve for Hayame alone.]
I endured some pretty terrible things, to put it lightly. So I ran away, across the border, to my mother's homeland. But I was naive. People there were just the same-- only now I wasn't a coward but a bloodthirsty savage, to be hated and shunned. It wasn't until I changed my identity and hid who I was that people gave me any respect at all.
Not everyone has that kind of luxury, though, right? [He finally looks back at Hayame, his expression uncharacteristically serious, his hands tight fists under his cloak.] I know that. That doesn't mean I can just abandon a fellow outsider to fend for themselves.
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[He glances to the door of the stall, almost as if he's paranoid someone might be eavesdropping. This is something he'd rather reserve for Hayame alone.]
I endured some pretty terrible things, to put it lightly. So I ran away, across the border, to my mother's homeland. But I was naive. People there were just the same-- only now I wasn't a coward but a bloodthirsty savage, to be hated and shunned. It wasn't until I changed my identity and hid who I was that people gave me any respect at all.
Not everyone has that kind of luxury, though, right? [He finally looks back at Hayame, his expression uncharacteristically serious, his hands tight fists under his cloak.] I know that. That doesn't mean I can just abandon a fellow outsider to fend for themselves.