[ but tenn, oh, tenn, how william's own expression flickers with regret for just that split second when tenn says his piece, because tenn reminds him of
(himself, when he'd made the fateful decision to burn the moriarty mansion to the ground)
(adam whitely, in the depths of his despair, before william had taken his life as an offering)
and his heart mourns, if only for the loss of innocence that comes with having murder touch you.
a pause. one that probably lasts a little bit too long, to be comfortable, almost as if william is coming to terms with it, himself, but eventually, he will nod. ]
I cannot ask you to forsake the path of revenge, if that is what you desire.
[ because he himself would have done the same thing, and it seems almost hypocritical to discourage tenn from wanting to avenge riku's murder with his own two hands. ]
... Do you trust me, Tenn?
[ he can help. let him help, let william share the burden with you, as he has done for so many others. ]
William's silence isn't all that uncomfortable, because Tenn needs it, too. He doesn't know if it's what he really wants. He'd be lying if he said he didn't -- some part of him definitely wants retribution for this -- but he doesn't think it's what Riku would want. He doesn't even feel like he should be doing this, either.
He's confused. He doesn't know what's right or wrong. He starts tearing up again and wipes at his eyes, even as Moriarty presents his question to him. ]
I...
[ ...he doesn't know if he trusts Moriarty. He does, to some extent, but it depends on what this entails. He doesn't know who to trust here, really. Not after today. ]
[ he understands far more than you would think, tenn.
so william reaches out a hand to tenn, more in offering than anything, scarlet eyes meeting tearstained pink, and-- ]
If you want justice, revenge, if you want to make them pay for what they have done, I can help you. Maybe not in tomorrow's trial, not when Gin's killer also has to be found, but I will do whatever I can in my power to give you what you want.
[ even if it means letting tenn kill with his own two hands, even if william personally is reluctant to let him to.
(he knows, more intimately than anyone, the damage that comes with having one's hands stained irrevocably black, no matter how deserving the other person is of death.)
but if it helps-- ]
There is a possibility to bring Riku back, after all. [ thanks, notegate, thanks, thursday meeting. ] It does not have to be the end.
I'll ask you yet again. Do you trust me, Tenn Kujo?
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[ but tenn, oh, tenn, how william's own expression flickers with regret for just that split second when tenn says his piece, because tenn reminds him of
(himself, when he'd made the fateful decision to burn the moriarty mansion to the ground)
(adam whitely, in the depths of his despair, before william had taken his life as an offering)
and his heart mourns, if only for the loss of innocence that comes with having murder touch you.
a pause. one that probably lasts a little bit too long, to be comfortable, almost as if william is coming to terms with it, himself, but eventually, he will nod. ]
I cannot ask you to forsake the path of revenge, if that is what you desire.
[ because he himself would have done the same thing, and it seems almost hypocritical to discourage tenn from wanting to avenge riku's murder with his own two hands. ]
... Do you trust me, Tenn?
[ he can help. let him help, let william share the burden with you, as he has done for so many others. ]
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William's silence isn't all that uncomfortable, because Tenn needs it, too. He doesn't know if it's what he really wants. He'd be lying if he said he didn't -- some part of him definitely wants retribution for this -- but he doesn't think it's what Riku would want. He doesn't even feel like he should be doing this, either.
He's confused. He doesn't know what's right or wrong. He starts tearing up again and wipes at his eyes, even as Moriarty presents his question to him. ]
I...
[ ...he doesn't know if he trusts Moriarty. He does, to some extent, but it depends on what this entails. He doesn't know who to trust here, really. Not after today. ]
Why are you asking?
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[ he understands far more than you would think, tenn.
so william reaches out a hand to tenn, more in offering than anything, scarlet eyes meeting tearstained pink, and-- ]
If you want justice, revenge, if you want to make them pay for what they have done, I can help you. Maybe not in tomorrow's trial, not when Gin's killer also has to be found, but I will do whatever I can in my power to give you what you want.
[ even if it means letting tenn kill with his own two hands, even if william personally is reluctant to let him to.
(he knows, more intimately than anyone, the damage that comes with having one's hands stained irrevocably black, no matter how deserving the other person is of death.)
but if it helps-- ]
There is a possibility to bring Riku back, after all. [ thanks, notegate, thanks, thursday meeting. ] It does not have to be the end.
I'll ask you yet again. Do you trust me, Tenn Kujo?
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Moriarty-san. I won't give you an answer right now. Not...not when I can't keep my thoughts straight.
[ His hand curls in his lap. ]
I...let me handle this. Let me do what I can.
[ And if he can't, if he truly cant satisfy that need to get revenge, if they fail to catch the culprit -- ]
I don't want anyone else to get dragged into my selfishness. If anyone is going to pay the price for my actions, it should be me. Not you.