[Rosinante looks around with great interest at the work that his counterpart is doing, with no small amount of amazement in him. He's so talented, and he doesn't understand how resourceful one person can be. This Rosinante doesn't have the same magic to rely on, which is honestly how he survived his own childhood. He would never consider scavenging like this, much less putting anything together with what he's found.
Then he gets asked a question, and it leaves him nervous. Not in the sense of the truth, he has no shame about that. But it all hurts. And for a moment, it's a rush of memories that he hates having at all, that he wishes he could figure out a magic to get rid of. But in the end, those memories are a part of what keep him going towards his goals. Any pain inflicted on him was because of the cruel and hateful in power, those who use the world like a careless child with a fragile toy. And he has to remind himself of that, that the agony suffered was and still is useful. It keeps him kind, and helps him to not give up on what he needs to do.
"I didn't exactly have a stable home. Especially after my father's death. I went from one town to another. Until Sengoku found me."
There's nothing in the world he appreciates more than the fact that he can control his magic, that the emotional bursts he puts onto his notes usually have to be focused on them. He can't imagine the obnoxiously dramatic rush that would accompany that.
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Date: 2019-02-22 04:33 am (UTC)Then he gets asked a question, and it leaves him nervous. Not in the sense of the truth, he has no shame about that. But it all hurts. And for a moment, it's a rush of memories that he hates having at all, that he wishes he could figure out a magic to get rid of. But in the end, those memories are a part of what keep him going towards his goals. Any pain inflicted on him was because of the cruel and hateful in power, those who use the world like a careless child with a fragile toy. And he has to remind himself of that, that the agony suffered was and still is useful. It keeps him kind, and helps him to not give up on what he needs to do.
"I didn't exactly have a stable home. Especially after my father's death. I went from one town to another. Until Sengoku found me."
There's nothing in the world he appreciates more than the fact that he can control his magic, that the emotional bursts he puts onto his notes usually have to be focused on them. He can't imagine the obnoxiously dramatic rush that would accompany that.
"Is that how it was for you?"]