[That's immediate, not snapped or stern, but pretty much instantaneous. Junpei's met, well, a facsimile, but he's met a faithful enough recreation of Mr. Rowland to want to break his nose a few more times for what he's done to his family, so— no, he's not good.
Still, he knows why Charles would say that; why he would want to believe it, as much as it must also sting down to the bone at the same time. For his mother's sake, surely, but what about his own? Shouldn't Charles be allowed, at this point, to feel some fucking anger?
Junpei shrugs and shifts a bit, to press his cheek against Charles' shoulder.]
You can't un-ring a bell, right? So... You know. I don't want to argue about it, so that's, uh, just what I think.
[Sooooo yeah! That's how that's going, as best as it can.]
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[That's immediate, not snapped or stern, but pretty much instantaneous. Junpei's met, well, a facsimile, but he's met a faithful enough recreation of Mr. Rowland to want to break his nose a few more times for what he's done to his family, so— no, he's not good.
Still, he knows why Charles would say that; why he would want to believe it, as much as it must also sting down to the bone at the same time. For his mother's sake, surely, but what about his own? Shouldn't Charles be allowed, at this point, to feel some fucking anger?
Junpei shrugs and shifts a bit, to press his cheek against Charles' shoulder.]
You can't un-ring a bell, right? So... You know. I don't want to argue about it, so that's, uh, just what I think.
[Sooooo yeah! That's how that's going, as best as it can.]