He breathes in sharply, his grip tightening at her waist. There is a definite grit to his teeth, glaring at her.
That is a lot harder to cover up in anger. Because any of the anger would need to be directed at Wukong, and unfortunately, he is finding it harder and hard to truly be angry at Wukong. The anger is coming more and more from just how hurt he is.
A hurt Wukong decide to dig a knife into and twist as hard as he could, leaving words that had been spinning in his head. Useless useless useless.
"Of course I know that," he ground out, eyes closing briefly. Because he does. He's always known. Monkey King would always be number one for MK. He knew if MK was truly forced to choose, his choice Wouldn't Be Red Son.
He opens his eyes, glaring at her. "The irony is not lost on me. But that is why I am trying to forgive that man. Trying to tell myself that I'm still young. That I will be able to make up the lost time one day." Though the words feel hollow in his mouth. He would have more time with his father, so much more time, but his father missed his son growing up. He had missed so much of his childhood. So much of himself was built up from that loss, before he could even know who he was as himself. "There is no option to ignore him forever and MK deserves better than to deal with my resentment. I am going to figure it out."
But can he figure it out in this century, let alone decade, or any time soon?
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That is a lot harder to cover up in anger. Because any of the anger would need to be directed at Wukong, and unfortunately, he is finding it harder and hard to truly be angry at Wukong. The anger is coming more and more from just how hurt he is.
A hurt Wukong decide to dig a knife into and twist as hard as he could, leaving words that had been spinning in his head. Useless useless useless.
"Of course I know that," he ground out, eyes closing briefly. Because he does. He's always known. Monkey King would always be number one for MK. He knew if MK was truly forced to choose, his choice Wouldn't Be Red Son.
He opens his eyes, glaring at her. "The irony is not lost on me. But that is why I am trying to forgive that man. Trying to tell myself that I'm still young. That I will be able to make up the lost time one day." Though the words feel hollow in his mouth. He would have more time with his father, so much more time, but his father missed his son growing up. He had missed so much of his childhood. So much of himself was built up from that loss, before he could even know who he was as himself. "There is no option to ignore him forever and MK deserves better than to deal with my resentment. I am going to figure it out."
But can he figure it out in this century, let alone decade, or any time soon?