Taiki was silent for a time, following this, carefully choosing his words.
Gazimon looked... frankly, disturbed, staring at the boy. The notion that his 'partner' could affect him to such a degree was... disturbing, to say the least.
The viera inhaled, and began to speak, his tone gentle. "I don't believe it was your fault, Takato. Fault... implies intent, or carelessness. It's easy, when terrible things happen, to fall victim to our emotions. Even ones that are deeply hurtful to us, like... hate. Or despair." The kami only knew how much he knew about those. "Having the emotional intelligence to be aware of your mental when you're entering a self-destructive cycle is a skill that many, many adults never learn. Let alone boys your age." Smiling softly, he placed a hand on Takato's shoulder. "I recognize that it's very easy to blame yourself, when things go wrong. With the benefit of hindsight, it's easy to say 'were I better in control of my emotions, Guilmon might not have been hurt', or, from more personal experience, 'were I a touch faster, my friend might..." he winced. "... still be here. Sorry, headache all of a sudden. I..." No, not a headache. His ears were ringing, in a terribly familiar way.
"Bunnyboy, you okay...?"
He was falling. Falling- no, not right now, why- He tried to speak, tried to warn them, but his tongue was numb, refusing to obey. "sssfine! Thif. happen, don'... panc..." Taiki slumped backward in his seat, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing. Still breathing, still blinking, but simply... gone.
This was, unfortunately, new to his partner. "What the fuck?! Taiki!? Hey!"
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Date: 2022-04-13 11:05 pm (UTC)Gazimon looked... frankly, disturbed, staring at the boy. The notion that his 'partner' could affect him to such a degree was... disturbing, to say the least.
The viera inhaled, and began to speak, his tone gentle. "I don't believe it was your fault, Takato. Fault... implies intent, or carelessness. It's easy, when terrible things happen, to fall victim to our emotions. Even ones that are deeply hurtful to us, like... hate. Or despair." The kami only knew how much he knew about those. "Having the emotional intelligence to be aware of your mental when you're entering a self-destructive cycle is a skill that many, many adults never learn. Let alone boys your age." Smiling softly, he placed a hand on Takato's shoulder. "I recognize that it's very easy to blame yourself, when things go wrong. With the benefit of hindsight, it's easy to say 'were I better in control of my emotions, Guilmon might not have been hurt', or, from more personal experience, 'were I a touch faster, my friend might..." he winced. "... still be here. Sorry, headache all of a sudden. I..." No, not a headache. His ears were ringing, in a terribly familiar way.
"Bunnyboy, you okay...?"
He was falling. Falling- no, not right now, why- He tried to speak, tried to warn them, but his tongue was numb, refusing to obey. "sssfine! Thif. happen, don'... panc..." Taiki slumped backward in his seat, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing. Still breathing, still blinking, but simply... gone.
This was, unfortunately, new to his partner. "What the fuck?! Taiki!? Hey!"