[His expression turns wry. There are some moments --uncomfortable ones-- when he feels like the other boy can see right through him, as if he's translucent. Predictable. A book long since read and memorized.]
Is it that obvious?
[Not to say that he was jealous or felt left out. Not to say, either, that he felt lucky or anything of the sort. He never envied his friends' experiences so much as he feared what it might have meant that he didn't share them. Was he empty? Was something missing from him, in some way? Was his Shadow too broken, too fragmented to appear?
(Mikey is right, of course, that he overthinks.)
Yu is quiet for another thoughtful moment, mulling it over in his head. He had never faced his own Shadow, but he had confronted more within himself than he ever expected to. So...did it matter?]
I don't think that way anymore. About being 'empty.'
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Is it that obvious?
[Not to say that he was jealous or felt left out. Not to say, either, that he felt lucky or anything of the sort. He never envied his friends' experiences so much as he feared what it might have meant that he didn't share them. Was he empty? Was something missing from him, in some way? Was his Shadow too broken, too fragmented to appear?
(Mikey is right, of course, that he overthinks.)
Yu is quiet for another thoughtful moment, mulling it over in his head. He had never faced his own Shadow, but he had confronted more within himself than he ever expected to. So...did it matter?]
I don't think that way anymore. About being 'empty.'