[ That last part trips him up, makes him bite on his lower lip, because—
He has no idea what he wants. He knows what he doesn't want – doesn't want to feel useless. Doesn't want to keep disappointing these people. Doesn't want to keep standing back like some sort of decoration in this strange family's home – like he's some sort of novelty knick knack they couldn't bring themselves to throw away.
But he's not good at this, and if he's honest, he's not sure if he likes this. Fighting. But it's a necessary component of being on this team, isn't it? Given what they seem to do.
If he can't fight, then he can't join with the team. And if he can't join with them, what good is he, really, except to occupy space?
That he doesn't answer right away is telling enough, he knows, and he lets out a quiet breath. ]
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He has no idea what he wants. He knows what he doesn't want – doesn't want to feel useless. Doesn't want to keep disappointing these people. Doesn't want to keep standing back like some sort of decoration in this strange family's home – like he's some sort of novelty knick knack they couldn't bring themselves to throw away.
But he's not good at this, and if he's honest, he's not sure if he likes this. Fighting. But it's a necessary component of being on this team, isn't it? Given what they seem to do.
If he can't fight, then he can't join with the team. And if he can't join with them, what good is he, really, except to occupy space?
That he doesn't answer right away is telling enough, he knows, and he lets out a quiet breath. ]
I'll work on it.
[ It's all he can do. ]