[He felt Vincent's gaze on him and cast his own in his direction.]
Escape from something must seem impossible when your roots are buried deep into the same soil, but there is another way.
[Was he talking about escaping himself? Or his connection with Vincent?
The answer remained unclear even as he carried on, scarcely missing a beat.]
A flower in a forest of trees will starve without sunlight and wither until it is nothing more than food for the vegetation that both surrounds and has outgrown it.
[He just needed to be the tree. To reach for far greater heights and cast his old self into a shadow so deep it would never again see the light of day. Eventually...that minuscule spec would die. Like the strange bond he'd felt forming between him and Vincent.
That was what he wanted, wasn't it? ...wasn't it?
Or would true control be found in embracing those roots rather than denying them?
He considered the familiar faces he'd seen that day, and all the whispers that had stalked him this far. Smothering that part of himself might be an impossible task unless he was also willing to stamp out all the life around him that had come into contact with it. But if he were to absorb it instead...would he be more than he was now, or merely more frail...?
Recalling his own words a moment later, Kit smiled and shook his head. In the end it all boiled down to one thing: was the payoff worth the risk?]
In any case, a cursed child is the last person who should be lecturing me about illusions.
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[He felt Vincent's gaze on him and cast his own in his direction.]
Escape from something must seem impossible when your roots are buried deep into the same soil, but there is another way.
[Was he talking about escaping himself? Or his connection with Vincent?
The answer remained unclear even as he carried on, scarcely missing a beat.]
A flower in a forest of trees will starve without sunlight and wither until it is nothing more than food for the vegetation that both surrounds and has outgrown it.
[He just needed to be the tree. To reach for far greater heights and cast his old self into a shadow so deep it would never again see the light of day. Eventually...that minuscule spec would die. Like the strange bond he'd felt forming between him and Vincent.
That was what he wanted, wasn't it? ...wasn't it?
Or would true control be found in embracing those roots rather than denying them?
He considered the familiar faces he'd seen that day, and all the whispers that had stalked him this far. Smothering that part of himself might be an impossible task unless he was also willing to stamp out all the life around him that had come into contact with it. But if he were to absorb it instead...would he be more than he was now, or merely more frail...?
Recalling his own words a moment later, Kit smiled and shook his head. In the end it all boiled down to one thing: was the payoff worth the risk?]
In any case, a cursed child is the last person who should be lecturing me about illusions.