[Kaoru's never really been one to hide his hatred where it matters. He puts on a show of being kind and friendly, but there's always a breaking point - a moment where he decides "this is enough" and lets his true intentions and feelings shine through clearly. It's usually meant to repulse the people that he doesn't want near, and that's a good goal to aim for, as far as he's concerned.
Hatred isn't always enough, though. He had felt hatred and anger so deep once that they had been his sustenance, but he was still left empty. His hatred of the Producers had been the driving force that bound him to the other members of his season. In a way, his closeness with them had started because of the people that he hates so much. He would in no way thank them for it, not ever, but the truth of the matter remains.
What can hatred do here? It won't break them out of whatever bizarre world they've ended up in.]
...We'll have to find out a second way to leave. As much as I hate the possibility of them altering things, it would be worse to risk never being able to wake up again.
[...Is it really? There's a part of him that is repulsed by the notion of being erased by this group that he hates so much, molded and shaped into something new as easily as someone can snap their fingers. It's intrusive and deeply disturbing. His free hand rises, tugging at the sloping front of the cozy haori that he never should have owned, used over imagined years to keep back the bite of fall and winter. It no longer seems a comfort.]
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[Kaoru's never really been one to hide his hatred where it matters. He puts on a show of being kind and friendly, but there's always a breaking point - a moment where he decides "this is enough" and lets his true intentions and feelings shine through clearly. It's usually meant to repulse the people that he doesn't want near, and that's a good goal to aim for, as far as he's concerned.
Hatred isn't always enough, though. He had felt hatred and anger so deep once that they had been his sustenance, but he was still left empty. His hatred of the Producers had been the driving force that bound him to the other members of his season. In a way, his closeness with them had started because of the people that he hates so much. He would in no way thank them for it, not ever, but the truth of the matter remains.
What can hatred do here? It won't break them out of whatever bizarre world they've ended up in.]
...We'll have to find out a second way to leave. As much as I hate the possibility of them altering things, it would be worse to risk never being able to wake up again.
[...Is it really? There's a part of him that is repulsed by the notion of being erased by this group that he hates so much, molded and shaped into something new as easily as someone can snap their fingers. It's intrusive and deeply disturbing. His free hand rises, tugging at the sloping front of the cozy haori that he never should have owned, used over imagined years to keep back the bite of fall and winter. It no longer seems a comfort.]