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[mildsevens]

I'd rather not.

...

[ Exhales. Rearranges his thoughts. Tries again. ]

I apologize. That's not- a courteous way to respond, is it?
Perhaps I should try again.

[ This is tiresome, and it shows. There's difficulty in pretending to care when trivial notions of consideration drain one, body and soul. ]

Should someone seek companionship, then I'd advise taking up ownership of something small enough to keep on either a leash or within a cage. If there's an urgent need for confessions to be admitted and atoned for; then a priest is in order.

In the situation where a person may require a man named Sumeragi Subaru- I need not participate in such an endeavor.

To do so would...
It'd not be entirely accurate. And I would prefer not to lie.

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[desecrates]

You always were stubbornly sincere.

What if I were to require a man named Sumeragi Subaru? Would I need to look elsewhere?

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[mildsevens]

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[mildsevens]

Yes. Perhaps.

[ A beat ]

I doubt the usefulness such a man would be to you, now. Things change.
As do people.

It could be that the person you- require no longer exists. I know well enough that such things happen.

[desecrates]

Then who is it that I find before me now?

[ his lips quirk. ]

You exist exactly as I have made you. Is that not so?

[mildsevens]

[ He begins to speak, however- all which could possibly be said upon the matter finds itself lain out before him. Standing there is neither the person so many called 'Sumeragi Subaru', nor entirely the one whose eye, feelings and title have been imposed upon him. Instead, in the place of both, exists some sad melding of the two; a creation entirely of this one man's machinations. ]

It's as you say. Nothing more or less.

[desecrates]

And if I say that you are still Subaru-kun, as far as I am concerned, would that make it true?

[ the question may as well be rhetorical. ]

[mildsevens]

[ What can be said to that? The 'question', as it were, is phrased in a such a way to suggest that Seishirou alone has the final say; no matter the facts nor what Subaru's scars have re-written him into being. Then again. When did the other man not have that sort of power? ]

If you should call me by such a name-

[ The 'Subaru' of today has no real connection to such a name. Even one which once was his. Too far away are the memories of being that person. Those fading recollections were now bleary, nothing but remnants which spoke of what it was like to be that boy. Subaru: ever clinging to the doomed supports of easily dashed things such as mere hopes or dreams. His heart no longer echoed such feelings.

But if Seishirou speaks it. If that is what the late-Sakurazukamori christens his creation; the man he molded with every act in the tragedy if their lives? There's only one thing to be done in response. ]

I would answer.