[He knows why. It's impossible not to know, with the way the thoughts spin through his head. Each little analysis, each moment etched into the path that brought him to where he is now. Who he is. Survival instinct that he never retrained, never faced -- and maybe that, too, is part of why he wished he had faced a Shadow. Facing those things, admitting their truth...it had made all of his friends stronger.
Maybe it would have made him stronger too.]
... It's hard. Being seen. Letting people see past the strong points. [He takes the bottle back, takes another long drink. Mikey punches hard, even metaphorically. But this is a realm where Yu excels, too.]
It makes you feel weak. Doesn't it?
[A knowing look is his counterstrike. It's the very thing that had come between them, after all. Only fair to bring it up now, if they're pulling everything out of its grave.]
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Maybe it would have made him stronger too.]
... It's hard. Being seen. Letting people see past the strong points. [He takes the bottle back, takes another long drink. Mikey punches hard, even metaphorically. But this is a realm where Yu excels, too.]
It makes you feel weak. Doesn't it?
[A knowing look is his counterstrike. It's the very thing that had come between them, after all. Only fair to bring it up now, if they're pulling everything out of its grave.]