Two halves of a whole, or two independent people…? Aoba’s head hurt just trying to imagine either of those scenarios, though that was a metaphorical statement rather than a literal one. Neither one sounded good, much less anything like the lesser of two evils. Tea already forgotten again after that one sip, he watched Declan pick up that suspended, gleaming crystal. What had he said about it? The colors of your heart, or something like that?
Ren looked relieved to see it in Declan’s grasp, ears upright as he began, “I think removing it is a good id-“
Not a good idea.
“-Wait, wait, hold on,” Aoba cut in, interrupting, goaded by something like a gut instinct—or an impulsive thought from his hindmost brain. That crystal was the last thing he remembered looking at, so the evidence was there alright. “If there’s some…locked up part of me that it brought out, isn’t taking it away like throwing away the key?”
“I was not thinking of it in those terms, but the analogy is not inaccurate,” Ren answered, deep voice lending him a sternness that his fluffy form didn’t naturally possess. “If we get rid of the ‘key’ and you stay on your medications, then what just happened will never happen again.”
“…Can you really be sure of that? Declan says keeping part of me locked up can’t be healthy and I, I think he’s right. If that’s been the source of my headaches all along, wouldn’t they only get worse?”
Ren’s ears were back to being held backwards, though now unhappily and wary, rather than angry. “Aoba…I think the phrase would be, ‘I have a bad feeling’. I don’t trust it.”
“Me? You mean you don’t trust me?”
“That…didn’t feel like you. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it except to say that I don’t think you should listen to anything said by—by that other side of you.”
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Ren looked relieved to see it in Declan’s grasp, ears upright as he began, “I think removing it is a good id-“
Not a good idea.
“-Wait, wait, hold on,” Aoba cut in, interrupting, goaded by something like a gut instinct—or an impulsive thought from his hindmost brain. That crystal was the last thing he remembered looking at, so the evidence was there alright. “If there’s some…locked up part of me that it brought out, isn’t taking it away like throwing away the key?”
“I was not thinking of it in those terms, but the analogy is not inaccurate,” Ren answered, deep voice lending him a sternness that his fluffy form didn’t naturally possess. “If we get rid of the ‘key’ and you stay on your medications, then what just happened will never happen again.”
“…Can you really be sure of that? Declan says keeping part of me locked up can’t be healthy and I, I think he’s right. If that’s been the source of my headaches all along, wouldn’t they only get worse?”
Ren’s ears were back to being held backwards, though now unhappily and wary, rather than angry. “Aoba…I think the phrase would be, ‘I have a bad feeling’. I don’t trust it.”
“Me? You mean you don’t trust me?”
“That…didn’t feel like you. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it except to say that I don’t think you should listen to anything said by—by that other side of you.”