[it's supposed to have a source, it's said. a source in a person, in affection, and Shizukagata finds that helps him less than it should. over and over again, he thinks in his head about who it could be, and yet he can't pin down the source that means he's spitting violet flowers from his lips, like a twisted fairy tale.
so he endures, and thinks that in him, it should take longer. in someone so tall, so strong. that if worst comes to it, he'll try to get everything cut away, so he can breathe again. and so he still tries to live his life, to experience things each day. still, it's not easy when in the middle of a task he has to stop, coughing into his fist, until it passes and he can breathe again, shaky but still trying to smile.
it would be easier, he thinks, if he knew where it was coming from.]
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so he endures, and thinks that in him, it should take longer. in someone so tall, so strong. that if worst comes to it, he'll try to get everything cut away, so he can breathe again. and so he still tries to live his life, to experience things each day. still, it's not easy when in the middle of a task he has to stop, coughing into his fist, until it passes and he can breathe again, shaky but still trying to smile.
it would be easier, he thinks, if he knew where it was coming from.]