But no, it wasn't him that the illusionist was talking about. He knew from the way that the other had muttered that - it hadn't been meant for him. Not Hibari Kyouya of the future that never existed, in any case.
So he lets that moment disappear into nothingness, his expression unchanged even as his mind analyzes this new information. It wasn't so much as hearing that Rokudo loved another self in another parallel universe, but the fact that the illusionist was even capable of something like love in the first place.
This Hibari had never loved, so he didn't know what the sensation was like. Nor did he have any interest in learning - love was merely another chain to tie him down to someone, to make him weak and clip his wings.
He shakes himself out of the silence he'd fallen into, mouth already shaping the answer to the question though his mind scrabbles away from that perplexing matter of love to at least attempt to censor his words.
No go, of course.]
Useless for more than anything but his work and occasionally a good fight. [His mouth snaps shut after that, and he scowls at the taller man. He's not going to talk about that incident. Never.]
What kind of relationship do you have with one of my parallel selves. [He braces himself for the answer.]
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... Love? Rokudo loved him?
But no, it wasn't him that the illusionist was talking about. He knew from the way that the other had muttered that - it hadn't been meant for him. Not Hibari Kyouya of the future that never existed, in any case.
So he lets that moment disappear into nothingness, his expression unchanged even as his mind analyzes this new information. It wasn't so much as hearing that Rokudo loved another self in another parallel universe, but the fact that the illusionist was even capable of something like love in the first place.
This Hibari had never loved, so he didn't know what the sensation was like. Nor did he have any interest in learning - love was merely another chain to tie him down to someone, to make him weak and clip his wings.
He shakes himself out of the silence he'd fallen into, mouth already shaping the answer to the question though his mind scrabbles away from that perplexing matter of love to at least attempt to censor his words.
No go, of course.]
Useless for more than anything but his work and occasionally a good fight. [His mouth snaps shut after that, and he scowls at the taller man. He's not going to talk about that incident. Never.]
What kind of relationship do you have with one of my parallel selves. [He braces himself for the answer.]