He's waiting for the staunch, well meaning insistence, the denial that anyone where K came from had any idea what they were thinking, that they were cruel and wrong. The invalidation of everything K has done and lived for as long as he's been activated, the choices he made up until he didn't.
He is not terribly surprised, he discovers, that Jesus doesn't do any of that - but only after it doesn't happen. He traces the contours of the fine bones of Jesus's knuckles, the faint scars from using them to fight, and tries to figure out how to relax from being braced for a blow that doesn't come.
"I want that to be true," he admits, softly. "I want that to keep being true even if it turns out I'm not real."
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Date: 2022-08-26 01:22 am (UTC)He is not terribly surprised, he discovers, that Jesus doesn't do any of that - but only after it doesn't happen. He traces the contours of the fine bones of Jesus's knuckles, the faint scars from using them to fight, and tries to figure out how to relax from being braced for a blow that doesn't come.
"I want that to be true," he admits, softly. "I want that to keep being true even if it turns out I'm not real."