[There's a pause without notes, without any sign of emotion or intent. But underneath the surface, there's something swirling and dark, pulling from feelings he's tried so hard to bury. But they're there none the less, and he misses his father figure, the one who first tried to pull him from drowning in his twisted inner self.
Sengoku always saw that there was something wrong with Rosinante, that he harbored something inside of himself that was dangerous, but he felt like he could help him. Sengoku worked so hard to make a difference in Rosinante's life. He had such high hopes that the child he cared so much for was capable of rising above his sickness and trauma. And perhaps that mix of pressure and love was what made Rosinante's struggles worse.
He shakes his head, hard, he's not going to get visibly emotional about this. He made his choice, and that's how it is. But maybe this Rosinante, this one who seems right and capable, would have a better chance. Maybe his choice would be seen as honorable, and right. But in the end, the Marines are monsters in his eyes. So he's not sure if Sengoku ever really cared about him at all at this point, or if he was just an investment into taking down some of the worst. So maybe none of them really mattered, and none of them would be safe if they made the call.
Even if it is that way, Rosinante still wishes somewhat that he could make things right between them.
"Well, you didn't denounce the Marines as worse than pirates, claim that the group of criminals you took over had higher morals than anyone he worked with, or have a highly publicized scandal wedding after he demanded you come to your senses. It'll probably go better for you!"
He forces a stupid grin, a face that he hasn't really even tried to have in years. But if he doesn't try for something akin to humor, it's too dismal to handle.]
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Date: 2019-02-23 01:33 am (UTC)Sengoku always saw that there was something wrong with Rosinante, that he harbored something inside of himself that was dangerous, but he felt like he could help him. Sengoku worked so hard to make a difference in Rosinante's life. He had such high hopes that the child he cared so much for was capable of rising above his sickness and trauma. And perhaps that mix of pressure and love was what made Rosinante's struggles worse.
He shakes his head, hard, he's not going to get visibly emotional about this. He made his choice, and that's how it is. But maybe this Rosinante, this one who seems right and capable, would have a better chance. Maybe his choice would be seen as honorable, and right. But in the end, the Marines are monsters in his eyes. So he's not sure if Sengoku ever really cared about him at all at this point, or if he was just an investment into taking down some of the worst. So maybe none of them really mattered, and none of them would be safe if they made the call.
Even if it is that way, Rosinante still wishes somewhat that he could make things right between them.
"Well, you didn't denounce the Marines as worse than pirates, claim that the group of criminals you took over had higher morals than anyone he worked with, or have a highly publicized scandal wedding after he demanded you come to your senses. It'll probably go better for you!"
He forces a stupid grin, a face that he hasn't really even tried to have in years. But if he doesn't try for something akin to humor, it's too dismal to handle.]