He has to look away, his chest seizing with guilt. Neji's gaze lands on a chair in the room. He decides now is a good a time as ever to check back up on the monster, but it's woefully immobile. It brings a wry smirk to his lips because
what is this?
His insides were screaming at him to scream at her. Put her straight again, tell her off, tell her that there were choices, that she didn't hold that much power over him and his life. He could have looked away during the attack the way he is now, because sometimes he doesn't feel like letting brashness make a fool of him. There was no law that said he had to have died then. There was no knife to his throat that made him move to where the wicked wooden senbon would strike. --and they both knew those two statements were lies, but the helplessness of believing them was maddening. Neji's aware enough to know Hinata had gone and closed her eyes by now, so he follows suit. Tilts his chin up. Smiles. It really was difficult to explain, wasn't it?
To put into words something someone born into a different world couldn't possibly understand. He opens his eyes again.] If we didn't share the same fate that day, then I don't regret it. [Voice wavering despite himself, but he's looking at her with that unrivaled fondness. She really was as difficult as that idiot Naruto. Of course she didn't regret protecting that boy. And of course that attack wouldn't have been focused anywhere else but at him. Some things only ever happened because they should. But Neji couldn't possibly tell Hinata that, because he didn't know how to voice the idea that it didn't necessarily mean he'd been robbed.] I only wish you wouldn't, either.
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He has to look away, his chest seizing with guilt. Neji's gaze lands on a chair in the room. He decides now is a good a time as ever to check back up on the monster, but it's woefully immobile. It brings a wry smirk to his lips because
what is this?
His insides were screaming at him to scream at her. Put her straight again, tell her off, tell her that there were choices, that she didn't hold that much power over him and his life. He could have looked away during the attack the way he is now, because sometimes he doesn't feel like letting brashness make a fool of him. There was no law that said he had to have died then. There was no knife to his throat that made him move to where the wicked wooden senbon would strike. --and they both knew those two statements were lies, but the helplessness of believing them was maddening. Neji's aware enough to know Hinata had gone and closed her eyes by now, so he follows suit. Tilts his chin up. Smiles. It really was difficult to explain, wasn't it?
To put into words something someone born into a different world couldn't possibly understand. He opens his eyes again.] If we didn't share the same fate that day, then I don't regret it. [Voice wavering despite himself, but he's looking at her with that unrivaled fondness. She really was as difficult as that idiot Naruto. Of course she didn't regret protecting that boy. And of course that attack wouldn't have been focused anywhere else but at him. Some things only ever happened because they should. But Neji couldn't possibly tell Hinata that, because he didn't know how to voice the idea that it didn't necessarily mean he'd been robbed.] I only wish you wouldn't, either.