[On one hand, frustration and anger are welling up within Marco; after all that's happened, nothing has changed. If anything, it just keeps getting worse, as it becomes increasingly clear that his dream of helping Kira was never meant to be anything more than that.
On the other hand, an errant thought - one that's crossed his mind before, in passing - interferes:
Even if you aren't just like Mitsuhide, wouldn't it be easier if you WERE?
It feels like it knocks the air right out of his lungs, and it's a little while longer before he gets any back in him to respond.]
You... You're not... You're gone. E-Elias showed me what He did for a reason, I know He did, but-- But there's no reaching out to that little kid anymore, is there? You don't want him. He's gone. You're gone.
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On the other hand, an errant thought - one that's crossed his mind before, in passing - interferes:
Even if you aren't just like Mitsuhide, wouldn't it be easier if you WERE?
It feels like it knocks the air right out of his lungs, and it's a little while longer before he gets any back in him to respond.]
You... You're not... You're gone. E-Elias showed me what He did for a reason, I know He did, but-- But there's no reaching out to that little kid anymore, is there? You don't want him. He's gone. You're gone.