"You're not Ritsuka." His mother's voice suddenly shrieked. He closed his eyes and felt tears fall. Why was he never good enough? Why was he never what anyone ever wanted? Why did something about him seem to make everyone else see something lacking. Wasn't he enough as he was, missing memories and all? Why did he need to view other people as objects? Why did they ACCEPT being treated as objects?
His ears drooped and his own shoulders fell. He tried to keep calm. Well... calmer.]
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"You're not Ritsuka." His mother's voice suddenly shrieked. He closed his eyes and felt tears fall. Why was he never good enough? Why was he never what anyone ever wanted? Why did something about him seem to make everyone else see something lacking. Wasn't he enough as he was, missing memories and all? Why did he need to view other people as objects? Why did they ACCEPT being treated as objects?
His ears drooped and his own shoulders fell. He tried to keep calm. Well... calmer.]
Maybe I'm not a Sacrifice then, and shouldn't be.