Their friends—Kaneki's and Josuke's both—they aren't the line that's been drawn in the sand or the reason that he feels any line at all has been crossed unfairly. The real reason—the only reason—is that, as far as Josuke knows, the other people Kaneki has hurt can all be healed. But there is literally nothing he can do to help heal Hazel if something is taken away from her.
The stitches that she bears, the scars all over her body, they're a testament to that.
And in Josuke's mind...there's nothing worse than being unable to undo that kind of loss and pain. Nothing worse, except perhaps having to to endure that choking feeling of being helpless and useless and untrusted to help shoulder burdens. Is it any wonder that he finally snapped, with feelings like these constantly building, constantly bubbling beneath his surface?
It doesn't come to a head the way it might ordinarily, however. Yes, he's lashed out, but there's no yelling that follows, no kicking and screaming or flailing of fists. Besides the one punch, anyway. Instead, there's the tears he didn't want to show Kaneki or any of his friends. There's a softly muttered curse.
The slow shaking of his head as he looks away. A sleeve pulled over the back of a hand and scrubbed across his eyes.
Because he hates this. He doesn't know what to do. Thinks about what he saw Kaneki do to his thumb, thinks he could fix it at the very least, but looking at it again...it doesn't even look broken now. Yet another thing he can't do.]
Just...tell me one thing. The way you are now, calm and in control, is he gonna bother you again? Or is he gonna leave you alone and let you live your life?
[Idly rubbing at his knuckles now. Flexing his hand a little and...somehow managing to look apologetic and pissed off at the same time.]
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Their friends—Kaneki's and Josuke's both—they aren't the line that's been drawn in the sand or the reason that he feels any line at all has been crossed unfairly. The real reason—the only reason—is that, as far as Josuke knows, the other people Kaneki has hurt can all be healed. But there is literally nothing he can do to help heal Hazel if something is taken away from her.
The stitches that she bears, the scars all over her body, they're a testament to that.
And in Josuke's mind...there's nothing worse than being unable to undo that kind of loss and pain. Nothing worse, except perhaps having to to endure that choking feeling of being helpless and useless and untrusted to help shoulder burdens. Is it any wonder that he finally snapped, with feelings like these constantly building, constantly bubbling beneath his surface?
It doesn't come to a head the way it might ordinarily, however. Yes, he's lashed out, but there's no yelling that follows, no kicking and screaming or flailing of fists. Besides the one punch, anyway. Instead, there's the tears he didn't want to show Kaneki or any of his friends. There's a softly muttered curse.
The slow shaking of his head as he looks away. A sleeve pulled over the back of a hand and scrubbed across his eyes.
Because he hates this. He doesn't know what to do. Thinks about what he saw Kaneki do to his thumb, thinks he could fix it at the very least, but looking at it again...it doesn't even look broken now. Yet another thing he can't do.]
Just...tell me one thing. The way you are now, calm and in control, is he gonna bother you again? Or is he gonna leave you alone and let you live your life?
[Idly rubbing at his knuckles now. Flexing his hand a little and...somehow managing to look apologetic and pissed off at the same time.]