[There was really no arguing with her. She spoke truth. Why wouldn't she? That was her chosen side, after all. The truths that Reshiram saw in her, while Zekrom saw the ideals in N.
But that was the problem with ideals. Truths almost always fell squarely in logic and reason, justified by facts and things that couldn't be denied even if one wanted to so desperately.
Ideals... ideals lay within the heart, governed by emotions and desires. And a heart that had been damaged such as his to the point where he thought he didn't even have one thanks to Ghetsis made it all the more difficult to see the truth beyond the haze of pain and uncertainty he had been left in.
His ego, no matter how big and driven by those thoughts of becoming a hero and being "better than human trainers" it had once been, was no match for the ghosts of his past.
Ghosts he had seen in that castle. Around every corner, in every room, echoing voices of so much grief and torment...
His mouth shut, and his trembling hands took hers again, eyes squeezing tight with tears rolling down as he bent forward and touched his forehead to those clasped hands.]
I do love you... that is my truth... and I only have myself to blame for taking so long to see that...
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[There was really no arguing with her. She spoke truth. Why wouldn't she? That was her chosen side, after all. The truths that Reshiram saw in her, while Zekrom saw the ideals in N.
But that was the problem with ideals. Truths almost always fell squarely in logic and reason, justified by facts and things that couldn't be denied even if one wanted to so desperately.
Ideals... ideals lay within the heart, governed by emotions and desires. And a heart that had been damaged such as his to the point where he thought he didn't even have one thanks to Ghetsis made it all the more difficult to see the truth beyond the haze of pain and uncertainty he had been left in.
His ego, no matter how big and driven by those thoughts of becoming a hero and being "better than human trainers" it had once been, was no match for the ghosts of his past.
Ghosts he had seen in that castle. Around every corner, in every room, echoing voices of so much grief and torment...
His mouth shut, and his trembling hands took hers again, eyes squeezing tight with tears rolling down as he bent forward and touched his forehead to those clasped hands.]
I do love you... that is my truth... and I only have myself to blame for taking so long to see that...