Farhad watches as @achroanimus approaches, half-assimilated by the curl of his smile. The answer, I'm agnostic, is boring, but Farhad knows that Makishima is bound to have more to say. Makishima is suddenly so close—close enough that if Farhad wanted to, he could reach out and slit his throat...
The knife gleams. It's no longer in Farhad's hand. When did that happen? Farhad's gaze flits away from Makishima's face, watching the apple come apart in the other's hands, piece by piece.
"No," the word feels heavy to say. "I would not say that I am religious."
The sentence feels incomplete, hanging in the air. An unspoken however lingers between the two of them, ghost-like. Losing interest in the dissected apple and the potential threat of a knife in Makishima's hands, Farhad lifts his eyes. He finds himself strangely envious—of the light dancing in Makishima's golden irises.
Each word of Makishima's monologue rattles in Farhad's head. What is beautiful about imperfection? Farhad cannot see it, has no interest in seeing it. Makishima's questions are far more cutting than Farhad's initial one, befitting of the knife still in Makishima's hands.
Farhad blinks, half-acknowledging the proffered slice of fruit with a distant indifference. Then it registers: the peculiar intimacy of the gesture, or perhaps, the sense of release that comes with being cut open—
Each question, an incision: precise, meticulous. The skin and superfluous flesh fall away; the heart is revealed.
He lowers his head in what resembles acceptance. His fingers, protected from the world by his gloves, wrap delicately around Makishima's wrist—to bring the offering to his lips. Farhad's teeth sink into the meat of the apple slice. It's sweet, sweeter than he had expected. He chews. He swallows.
"I will never be fulfilled."
Farhad's eyes gleam with hunger—red like the apple's skin. It is arrogance that fills his voice, not resignation.
"Not by this imperfect world, nor by its imperfect inhabitants... But I have no need for fulfillment. Why would I, when it is pursuit that exhilarates me?"
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