Sakana might have it in her head that this man, with all of his flaws and all of his evils and all of his hate, is just a man who is delicate and sweet and kind and absolutely perfect—
somewhere deep down in there.
She watches him paint and it's like looking through a near-invisible glass into a completely different world—a world where snow isn't just falling volcano ash, a world of malice and greed and bitterness, a world where she can never forget that she is a pawn—
but if she's a pawn why hasn't he freed her yet?
And Sakana, she tells him stories and it's like stepping through near-invisible glass into a completely different world, a world of radiance and a pretty redheaded boy and maybe, maybe that world, the world of Sam the Squid Piercer, is meant for her but Sakana still finds herself in the dark—searching, waiting, expecting—
(justgivemeasignpleasepleaseplease)
Sakana might have it in her head that this man's faults are wonderful, beautiful, perfect, and maybe that's why, when he turns his back, that's why she walks into that light; because maybemaybemaybe he will show something, anything, for once—
(and maybe, whenever he thinks of all the things he has lost, she will be the one he will finally cry for)