[He grumbles when she bumps her head against his, but there's no edge to it, just the usual complaining about her rock hard skull under his breath.
But closure? Yeah, no. Taako never thought he'd ever get closure on anything. He'd learned not to expect it, not to look for it, just to accept that shit changed and to move on and never look back. It's why it was so easy to leave his world behind on the Starblaster, and why it was easy to move on after awhile from every world whether they saved it or not.
They'd all just been dust in the end. Around for a year and then gone. Not that he remembered that was why he'd grown so callous after she took that memory from him. He'd been left with just the detachment and no reason, the walls but nothing to protect.]
What would we even say if we'd gone? "Hey, so you're dead, we're not? Mkay, we're gonna go now so thanks bye?" Pfft nah.
[But he does wish he had even just one picture. Something with the four of them, even if it was blurry and out of focus, would give him an anchor and help him with this weird double life in his head. The one where it would have been only three versus the reality of there being four.
That discrepancy still jarred at him and he resorted to humor to toss up a barrier between him and that particularly bad brain feel.]
Plus if we'd gone, I bet people would've been weirded out if we didn't cry and hooboy, you do not look pretty when you're fake-crying.
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But closure? Yeah, no. Taako never thought he'd ever get closure on anything. He'd learned not to expect it, not to look for it, just to accept that shit changed and to move on and never look back. It's why it was so easy to leave his world behind on the Starblaster, and why it was easy to move on after awhile from every world whether they saved it or not.
They'd all just been dust in the end. Around for a year and then gone. Not that he remembered that was why he'd grown so callous after she took that memory from him. He'd been left with just the detachment and no reason, the walls but nothing to protect.]
What would we even say if we'd gone? "Hey, so you're dead, we're not? Mkay, we're gonna go now so thanks bye?" Pfft nah.
[But he does wish he had even just one picture. Something with the four of them, even if it was blurry and out of focus, would give him an anchor and help him with this weird double life in his head. The one where it would have been only three versus the reality of there being four.
That discrepancy still jarred at him and he resorted to humor to toss up a barrier between him and that particularly bad brain feel.]
Plus if we'd gone, I bet people would've been weirded out if we didn't cry and hooboy, you do not look pretty when you're fake-crying.