Maurice stares at Sync, his brows furrowed--not in an upset way, more so in a way like a person who was seeing a word in a language they almost understood would. And then it clicked and those brows drift up. Oh. OH no.
He's never met somebody who hated themselves the way he did--and said it.
"Oh, God. No...no, it wouldn't. I mean it dosen't."
It was interesting, watching confusion shift to understanding on Maurice’s features. And then the fervent denial.
Odd.
Sync lets out a soft huff. “Deny it all you want. It doesn’t make it any less true.”
He’s used to people attempting uplifting speeches and heroic persuasions when he says such things. In a way, Maurice’s reaction really wasn’t all that uncommon.
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CW: self-deprecation implications(so sorry Maurice T.T)
(Even if the honest curiosity that Maurice is looking at him with irks him. He keeps it out of his tone, flat and true as his words form.)
“Sharing something precious with trash just degrades it, doesn’t it?”
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He's never met somebody who hated themselves the way he did--and said it.
"Oh, God. No...no, it wouldn't. I mean it dosen't."
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Odd.
Sync lets out a soft huff. “Deny it all you want. It doesn’t make it any less true.”
He’s used to people attempting uplifting speeches and heroic persuasions when he says such things. In a way, Maurice’s reaction really wasn’t all that uncommon.