[The pause is something, and he glances up curiously - not really hopeful, there's been too much evidence against that for him to really have expectations anymore - but maybe something's happened.
Seems not. He looks away again.]
I'm just setting the record straight.
[Because oh, how he hates being seen as something he's not, and perhaps now more than ever--
Realizing he isn't who he thought he was just adds another layer to that.
Still, given Zomboa is still, to his mind, a talkative moving rock, he may as well make use of him being around. Hand clasped around the beyblade, he settles back again - this time to lean on him, eyes closed.]
no subject
Seems not. He looks away again.]
I'm just setting the record straight.
[Because oh, how he hates being seen as something he's not, and perhaps now more than ever--
Realizing he isn't who he thought he was just adds another layer to that.
Still, given Zomboa is still, to his mind, a talkative moving rock, he may as well make use of him being around. Hand clasped around the beyblade, he settles back again - this time to lean on him, eyes closed.]
I'm tired.
[Simple and abrupt.]
Wake me if someone else comes along.