[There's too much emotion in that phrase, and it's difficult to rein it in. Being murdered can do that to a person. And the emptiness in Guy's eyes, the sound of Sync laughing, is something he'll never forget.]
And I don't think I can believe that anymore. Maybe once, I could have, but-
[It's too much. He knows too much now, about love and hatred and friendship and revenge. He's seen sides of Guy that he couldn't fathom as a child, or even just a few years ago. Not even when Van had told him about Guy's origins had he imagined how much unknown hatred lay between their family names.]
I don't expect him to ever want to be my friend. And that's fine. I don't need it.
[like the fonics monkey]
[There's too much emotion in that phrase, and it's difficult to rein it in. Being murdered can do that to a person. And the emptiness in Guy's eyes, the sound of Sync laughing, is something he'll never forget.]
And I don't think I can believe that anymore. Maybe once, I could have, but-
[It's too much. He knows too much now, about love and hatred and friendship and revenge. He's seen sides of Guy that he couldn't fathom as a child, or even just a few years ago. Not even when Van had told him about Guy's origins had he imagined how much unknown hatred lay between their family names.]
I don't expect him to ever want to be my friend. And that's fine. I don't need it.