If you were to give me your word that you would. [...] It's not as though I would expect a miraculous turn-around, either. When one is set in their ways for years, it becomes nearly impossible to break out of it. [Especially when you're a low self-esteem, self flagellate-y type.] If you would just think of this promise when you're being particularly cruel toward yourself, then that would be enough for me.
[Binch. He knows this is probably just going to be both of them going "...okay I thought about it for two seconds, WELL ANYWAY", but look. Any step forward is a step in the right direction.
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damn suggesting the only thing that could make him consider it]
Would you actually?
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If you were to give me your word that you would. [...] It's not as though I would expect a miraculous turn-around, either. When one is set in their ways for years, it becomes nearly impossible to break out of it. [Especially when you're a low self-esteem, self flagellate-y type.] If you would just think of this promise when you're being particularly cruel toward yourself, then that would be enough for me.
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Fine.
[for sakyou's sake, mainly.]
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There's a little smile for the lad!]
Thank you, Hugo.
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... Don't thank me for something like this. Idiot.
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I've been hearing that quite often lately, for some reason.
[Said with a thin and wry flicker of a smile.]
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[He says this on a sigh though, since he knows Hugo is Not Wrong.]