[ and maybe there's something wrong with them, something that speaks of fractured minds. that they can return to laughter and light-hearted tussling when they've lost the world that once kept them safe.

or maybe this is just what it means to be human. being able to keep moving forward even after family and friends are stolen away, even when his best friend has cursed him with the knowledge that one death will have to be two. ]

Not all of us are part-tree, alright?

[ but he's reaching for the pocari anyway, unscrewing the cap to fill his mouth with another mouthful. taste and smell and memory, inextricably linked. ]

Besides, we all know who's the better looking of the two of us. Size isn't everything.

[ yeah, that's a smirk. that's definitely a smirk. ]