It wasn’t a conversation anymore, anyway. Aoba had to disagree. The logic might have been sensible, sure, but his gut instinct disagreed. Guardians—or the people resurrected to become them, whatever—weren’t children. To compare them to children was to remove something like…agency? Declan himself had said something about wishing he’d had more choices, even…. So, it wasn’t a conversation anymore. It was only going to be a fruitless argument if it continued.
Oh you bet it’s a sensitive topic. Why feel bad for all the Guardians when you don’t even remember all of yourself. Easier to be irritated at a bunch of little ghosts than at Granny?
Woah, woah. Time to take five. Aoba gave his head a little shake, rubbing between his brows briefly before lowering his hand and lifting his head, looking around for something else to think about. Declan made for an easy alternative, and seeing the Titan looking their way, Aoba pushed himself away from the wall and focused his attentions his way, instead.
“Hey,” he managed when Declan was finally with them again. Better to focus on something positive than something uselessly negative. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
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Oh you bet it’s a sensitive topic. Why feel bad for all the Guardians when you don’t even remember all of yourself. Easier to be irritated at a bunch of little ghosts than at Granny?
Woah, woah. Time to take five. Aoba gave his head a little shake, rubbing between his brows briefly before lowering his hand and lifting his head, looking around for something else to think about. Declan made for an easy alternative, and seeing the Titan looking their way, Aoba pushed himself away from the wall and focused his attentions his way, instead.
“Hey,” he managed when Declan was finally with them again. Better to focus on something positive than something uselessly negative. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”