[Nezumi's surprised to hear those words and he stares at him. Would it be better? In some ways. Life with Sion was complicated and he didn't know how to handle him. This hadn't been apart of his plans.
But this was a world that was dangerous for Sion. It wasn't the West Block and the danger wasn't as apparent, but it was still there. He didn't want Sion facing this world by himself. He had left Sion behind in No.6 because that place was safe now. Sion would make it safe.
Neither of them could say the same in Luceti.]
Don't you think if I wanted to, I could have gotten you out of here? Don't ask something like that.
[It still leaves the problem that Nezumi doesn't know how to act around Sion and that Sion's lost. He figures he probably does seem to be treating him differently compared to the Nezumi of Sion's time. He frowns.]
I don't hate you, Sion. I don't even dislike you. Being around you isn't something I had been planning on. That's all. But...
[He takes his shirt off. Maybe it seems random, but he points to a scar on his chest. It's the scar from the bullet wound that he got when he had jumped in front of Sion.] See this? Do you know how I got this exactly? [He takes a moment because saying it is hard. Telling Sion things is hard.] The bullet was meant for you. Guess how I got it.
/SLAPS SION
But this was a world that was dangerous for Sion. It wasn't the West Block and the danger wasn't as apparent, but it was still there. He didn't want Sion facing this world by himself. He had left Sion behind in No.6 because that place was safe now. Sion would make it safe.
Neither of them could say the same in Luceti.]
Don't you think if I wanted to, I could have gotten you out of here? Don't ask something like that.
[It still leaves the problem that Nezumi doesn't know how to act around Sion and that Sion's lost. He figures he probably does seem to be treating him differently compared to the Nezumi of Sion's time. He frowns.]
I don't hate you, Sion. I don't even dislike you. Being around you isn't something I had been planning on. That's all. But...
[He takes his shirt off. Maybe it seems random, but he points to a scar on his chest. It's the scar from the bullet wound that he got when he had jumped in front of Sion.] See this? Do you know how I got this exactly? [He takes a moment because saying it is hard. Telling Sion things is hard.] The bullet was meant for you. Guess how I got it.