[Well, hatred did work the way it was supposed to. And so did distrust, kind of.]
Despair, then anger, then sadness, then envy.
[That... seems like the best course of action right now. He takes the bottle of despair and drinks it as quickly as he can, because there's no sense in dragging it out.
It's an emotion he takes quietly; there's ice on his shoes again, and the thoughts of how hopeless his struggle to help monsters or do the right thing or or protect people at home or fight the same fight over and over with his father come straight at him. But at the center of all those thoughts is an understanding, and one that he's all too familiar with. It's the understanding that no matter how hopeless things may seem, he has to keep fighting, because...
Because why, exactly? Because no one else will? Because the situations really are hopeless if he doesn't even try? Normally, he'd believe in that, but now, it feels like so much more of a struggle.]
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Despair, then anger, then sadness, then envy.
[That... seems like the best course of action right now. He takes the bottle of despair and drinks it as quickly as he can, because there's no sense in dragging it out.
It's an emotion he takes quietly; there's ice on his shoes again, and the thoughts of how hopeless his struggle to help monsters or do the right thing or or protect people at home or fight the same fight over and over with his father come straight at him. But at the center of all those thoughts is an understanding, and one that he's all too familiar with. It's the understanding that no matter how hopeless things may seem, he has to keep fighting, because...
Because why, exactly? Because no one else will? Because the situations really are hopeless if he doesn't even try? Normally, he'd believe in that, but now, it feels like so much more of a struggle.]
...It could use a little more hope.
[He really doesn't like despair.]