[ It's a good question. Possibly more than the rest, given how he's immune to the virus by virtue of his mother's hand. It's always her, isn't it? Her words haunting him at every step. Ever since the transfer he's been exposed to more and more things that brought doubt to his mind, and they're starting to be things he can't ignore.
You will know the wisdom of my actions one day.
He looks up when she places her hand over his. For a moment, there's an expression of surprise, but then he gets (most) of his emotions under control and it resolves into subdued stoicness. Yet if she looks at his eyes, they would tell her how he truly feels. ]
... Do you... believe justice exists?
[ His mother didn't. At least, not on this world. ]
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You will know the wisdom of my actions one day.
He looks up when she places her hand over his. For a moment, there's an expression of surprise, but then he gets (most) of his emotions under control and it resolves into subdued stoicness. Yet if she looks at his eyes, they would tell her how he truly feels. ]
... Do you... believe justice exists?
[ His mother didn't. At least, not on this world. ]