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"My own don't want me to take care of them." He turns his head to avoid his gaze and his breath. He sweats a little. "Back it up buddy. Lets not get messy." He puts his hands up, letting go of his necklace.

He squeezes her shoulder slightly as she goes and looks up at Len. "Shut up. Just because you get someone as great as her on your flight doesn't mean you go protecting a grown woman from everything. She doesn't need protecting, street rat." It hurt to say it, but he said it anyway. Nobody except Aria knows.

"No wait- please I just want to talk with her a little more-" He places her hand on her shoulder.

"Uhm- you- hi-" He realizes how this looks. "This isn't what it looks like- I was just showing her some art and-"

I get that. And I want you to know that I'm so proud of you. So so so proud of you. You are trying so hard and that is so admirable. Keep breathing. If thats all you can do then Spoiled for cursing

"I- wait-" He reaches out his hand to her. He doesn't know what to say.

Same. I feel that on a whole different level. These last few weeks have been something. Today was... tiring. How about you?

"No..." He whispers. He stares at her for a moment. He just watches her eyes. "P-please don't tell anyone." He chokes a little.

He lets go of a breath, seeing her scream at him hurts him deeply inside somehow. He lets her scream, taking it for a moment before lowering his voice to a murmur. "You are foolish to think I don't understand pain. You are so so foolish. I am no special person. I am no son of any stupid first citizen. I am street rat. I am servant boy. I am an orphan. I am a liar. " He looks at her a moment and realizes what he has admitted. His face moves to a shock. Stupid stupid stupid! How could he do this- he is ruining himself.

"Well news flash!" He steps forward, still gripping his necklace with his hand balled in a fist over it. "You don't! Nobody wants to know me! Nobody cares about me! Nobody loves me! Everyone who loves me left me or is dead- DEAD!" He screams at her, glittering tears welling up in his eyes. "Nobody wants a stupid orphaned street servant! Nobody wants a little artsy boy with a dream! Everybody wants a first citizens son- everybody loves a perfect little fighter pilot! Well you know what?" He steps forward, staring right into her eyes and shouting into her face harshly. "I don't want to even love myself!" He huffs, his breaths shaking and tears on the edge of his eyes. His bandaged hands shake.

He was shocked at being grabbed, its been a long time since he was handled like this. He can't seem to form words. He brings his hands up to his throat holding his necklace when she lets go. His eyes are wider. "Don't touch me-" He swats away, his voice getting a little higher pitched, protecting his necklace. "I don't believe the lies- I AM THE LIAR!" He yells, not realizing he is yelling. "You think my life is easy? Do you have any idea who I am?"

“I can’t answer them I-“ His eyes flicker with anger. “You! You got pulled from that stupid snooty art school didn’t you? Forced to come here with idiots like me! Who do you think you are?” He points his finger out, accusingly. @SymphonianBookworm

His mouth hangs open for a moment searching for words, but he can't find any. There is no way to explain this. He just looks at her, backing up a step against the wall. "I- I should go-"

"I uhm." He looks to the side, quickly trying to change the subject. "My art! Isn't it wonderful! I have a whole cavern full! Its covered in art and color and paint and its so beautiful-"

"I mean I was applying to this art school- I mean I didn't have enough money-" He stutters and chokes. "Well of course I had enough money, my parents were going to pay and I wanted to go art school- but then they forced me to go to flight school- but they wouldnt pay and- I mean-" He fumbles for words.

He brings his hand up to his cheek and wipes it off before she can. He takes a step back. "Yeah I guess..." He trails off, letting silence rest for a minute. "You know you must be pretty talented in art and all too... I mean I did see your name on that one school roster and uhm-" He tries to make conversation, but sees the mood switch instantly and isnt sure what to say.

"Your kidding yourself." He laughs. Brushing his hair back with his bandaged knuckles. Theres some paint on his face and hair. "I wish I never even met myself." He kicks the skateboard up and sets it down by the wall. "A lot of people wish they never met me."

He smiles for a second before sticking out his tongue at her. “I guess I’ll have to show you at some point then.” He smiles, moving his hand over his ship. ”You know I don’t exactly have a lot of…. Friends…..”

He looks at her from the side of his vision. “So hypothetically you want to…” he trails off a little. “Be around me…- I mean my artwork more?” He forces a disgusted look into his face, but you could tell he wanted to smile.

“This is how I imagine the land of our ancestors…. Quite incredible really.” He mumbles. This is who he was, he loved the history of his people… especially considering… his thoughts trail off and he just looks at her. “I have a lot better paintings back home…” he mumbles. “It isn’t much here honestly.” He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.