[There's an obvious delay in Guzma's movements, and even his processing as he stares at Sun while the boy responds. He's not sure what he was expecting from the kid, or what he'd even think about Guzma's angry and drunken rambling. How he just dropped that shit at his feet like he's someone to be dropping his worries on, and not some 11 year old who didn't deserve any of Guzma's animosity.
He scoffs at being questioned on how well he knew the other Sun. Mainly because, well... sure, they weren't besties, but the kid and him had a different kind of bond. They weren't like hanging every day or nothing, but that kid brought hope back to him, that kid helped him see the erroneous way he had been living, showed him there were other paths that his self-destructive ways were blinding him to.
Knocking him down a peg was oversimplifying it.
Even with Sun's questions, surprisingly Guzma doesn't get too pissed, just annoyed. Which he was already, so...]
Look kid, he and me—we were enemies, but he helped me, yo. In a way that no one else fuckin' did before. It was 'cos of him I disbanded Team Skull, it was 'cos of what he did that I went back to Hala, that I—
[His face shifts, something more despondent than angry, more hurt than hostile. He runs a hand through his wild hair as he looks off to the side, away from Sun.]
It don't matter—none of that small shit matters. You ain't him, you don't got nothin' the same as him besides your name, your face, and your voice... I don't expect you to get it, I ain't lookin' for fuckin' sympathy here.
I ain't weak like that...
[Yet here he is, talking to Sun like this. Angry, hurt, and lost... also horribly drunk.]
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He scoffs at being questioned on how well he knew the other Sun. Mainly because, well... sure, they weren't besties, but the kid and him had a different kind of bond. They weren't like hanging every day or nothing, but that kid brought hope back to him, that kid helped him see the erroneous way he had been living, showed him there were other paths that his self-destructive ways were blinding him to.
Knocking him down a peg was oversimplifying it.
Even with Sun's questions, surprisingly Guzma doesn't get too pissed, just annoyed. Which he was already, so...]
Look kid, he and me—we were enemies, but he helped me, yo. In a way that no one else fuckin' did before. It was 'cos of him I disbanded Team Skull, it was 'cos of what he did that I went back to Hala, that I—
[His face shifts, something more despondent than angry, more hurt than hostile. He runs a hand through his wild hair as he looks off to the side, away from Sun.]
It don't matter—none of that small shit matters. You ain't him, you don't got nothin' the same as him besides your name, your face, and your voice... I don't expect you to get it, I ain't lookin' for fuckin' sympathy here.
I ain't weak like that...
[Yet here he is, talking to Sun like this. Angry, hurt, and lost... also horribly drunk.]