( the corners of his eyes sting. he knows this feeling all too well--- tender moments from stinging and wringing ones--- lio has to turn his head away and rest one of his cheeks against his knees as he tries to keep himself composed. he should be stronger than this; what ever happened to the belligerent, stubborn, and courageous leader of the mad burnish? if anything, being reminded of some of the closer ones to him not having their memories makes him wish that he could disintegrate right there. )

... I hope... no, I wish that was the case.

( he draws the back of his hand against his eyelids, rubs against them to streak away some of the budding tears. lio sighs in the form of a half-shudder and half-sniffle, before trying to regain his composure. )

I don't want him to remember everything. I think... he deserves to be happier not remembering what happened near the end. That cult wrecked my bonds. I want those bastards to be forgotten.

( even though that's practically impossible. but... )

What made me trust him in the first place hasn't left him. So in time... mm.

( a shrug, as he keeps his eyes closed. )

... still, it hurts.