[What an ...odd question, Matoba thinks, a detached observation. HiMERU was a strange man for one who couldn't see, and he was only beginning to realize, but it wasn't something he noticed in the way one might notice something out of place or standing out- because everyone he knew was strange. Everyone who saw spirits was twisted, helplessly.]
[That's why unconsciously, he raises his fingertips to slide against the cheekbone at the right side of his face, slipping under the ward that he was certain HiMERU couldn't see, to touch the edges of the scarring under the medical eyepatch underneath. He feels his mouth tilt in a smile, and distantly, ponders that.]
Betrayal. Is that what this is...?
[It itches on the edges of his mind. Every move he's made as a result of his birthright throughout his entire life has felt so sure, so unshakable, and yet when he thinks of it now- of why this fate has fallen on his shoulders- there's only a nagging sensation of desperation- a struggle against a fate he had no choice in.]
Yes. I suppose it's something like that, Himeru-san.
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[That's why unconsciously, he raises his fingertips to slide against the cheekbone at the right side of his face, slipping under the ward that he was certain HiMERU couldn't see, to touch the edges of the scarring under the medical eyepatch underneath. He feels his mouth tilt in a smile, and distantly, ponders that.]
Betrayal. Is that what this is...?
[It itches on the edges of his mind. Every move he's made as a result of his birthright throughout his entire life has felt so sure, so unshakable, and yet when he thinks of it now- of why this fate has fallen on his shoulders- there's only a nagging sensation of desperation- a struggle against a fate he had no choice in.]
Yes. I suppose it's something like that, Himeru-san.