Dante’s expression grew q bit more focused as he listened to the herb’s description, knowing that it was important to know what he was looking for before he started chomping on unknown plants. He didn’t really know if that was enough to go on, though, since there were a few other plants he knew that could match that description, and was about to ask if she would elaborate when he noticed Yuna’s demeanor had shifted a bit. She seemed about to say something, so he waited.
Dante looked at her for a moment as the question hit him, and something like bemusement crossed his face, as though he hadn’t quite understood what she had asked him.
He didn’t know her reasons for asking him, specifically. Maybe she didn’t have anyone else to turn to, and he might have been flattered otherwise. It was nice to have a purpose, some reason that everyone else should put up with him. But it seemed like a cruel joke played on him by some unseen jester, for her to ask him to do something for her children that he’d never really been able to do for his own. One of the many moments he’d missed out on and would never get back. Sometimes that loss stung him in unexpected ways, and here was a place that still hurt when he prodded it.
Dante breathed out a small sigh through his nose, features shifting to something a bit more contemplative. He wanted to help where he could, and he didn’t want to set a limit on that. Especially not when it came to pups. Helping Yuna’s kids learn how to hunt should have been an easy ‘yes’ for him.
“I… I dunno if you want me for that,” he said hesitantly, though there wasn’t anything defensive in his voice, and he spoke more quietly than usual.
He shouldn’t have said that- he felt immediately guilty, maybe a little selfish. It wasn’t even logical, the way he felt. At a certain point he was going to have to get over his sad, shitty life and suck it up and let things go back to the way they had been before. Move on. Get better. Soldier on.
That was what was expected of him, after all. Wasn’t he supposed to be tough? Resilient? Shouldn’t he be able to let things go, the way his sister could? Dante’s gaze shifted away from Yuna, looking down at the sand-dusted herbs at her feet.
Feb 13, 2018 11:06 PM — Post #9
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