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Compare him to Kou, who didn’t endure the same physical abuse that Teru did (physical as in being put in life-threatening situations, Kou was still neglected which is also a form of abuse). He wasn’t expected to be an exorcist and therefore those ideals weren’t pushed on him as heavily as they were Teru. He’s able to look at things more objectively that way, because his feelings on the matter aren’t the product of a trauma response (trauma or any form of mental illness can skew people’s perception of things)

Also keep in mind that Teru contradicts himself at multiple points throughout the series. He lets the mokke live because Tiara likes them, even keeping one as a pet. He allies himself with Akane despite his association with the Clock Keepers. He lets Hanako get away because he doesn’t want to upset Kou. If Teru truly believed that there were NO good supernaturals, he wouldn’t make exceptions. Because that would mean putting his siblings in danger, and we all know that’s the last thing Teru wants to do

To be clear, I’m sure Teru does genuinely think that all supernaturals are evil. It’s a known fact that Teru HATES supernaturals. However, I think he is at least subconsciously aware of his own hypocrisy. That’s why Akane’s betrayal hit him so hard, for once he relied on his own instincts rather than the beliefs his abusers spoon-fed him, and he paid the price for it. But that doesn’t mean he was wrong to trust his gut!! In fact it’s a GOOD thing that Teru was able to make an exception, he made friends that way and seemed to have some impressive character development. Even if he didn’t realize he was doing it, looking past his own beliefs helped him grow so much as a person. He found an escape that way, something he wouldn’t have found if he stuck with what he was taught

And I'll gamble away my time 🦋

Your mother passed a few years ago, leaving your younger brother to shoulder the burden of household chores and caring for your younger sister. (You wish that he would let you help. That you would have the time. He's young -- so young, and you want to protect that smile for as long as possible.)

Your little sister doesn't even remember what your mother looks like. You've begun to forget it yourself. It's difficult to pick anything out between the monotonous, repetitive days -- you rise early, set off for school with your brother. You put your all into your work, because as the eldest son of your family, as YOU, you have a reputation to uphold that you can not fail at all costs. The pressure is suffocating, stifling.

But you need to persist.

There's no other way.

After long hours of work, you've come to the more tedious task. Night patrol. You walk the barren streets for hours, blisters forming on your heels. It is deathly quiet, exempting the soft chirping of the cicadas. You do your job. You come home, hands sullied and achingly tired. You wrap your blistering, battered hands with bandages, careful not to wake your siblings.

Then it repeats again.

And again.

And again.