[As Grey said, there isn't much brushing left to do. Only a few more strokes and Manabu's tail is smooth and soft as can be, and Grey has to set the brush aside.]
...There. All done.
[Grey stares down at the tail for a little longer, wanting to grab it, or pet it, or just brush it a bit more even though it isn't necessary. Anything that involves touching Manabu more, really... But he wonders if it's right to let Manabu count on that as well.
This isn't fair.
Grey's grip tightens on the brush he still holds, as a hot wave of anger rises up inside him. Why the hell does it have to be like this? Why did he have to be a copy and still have a heart? He can't be content with a life as a tool, he can't vindicate his own existence, and he can't have Manabu.]
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...There. All done.
[Grey stares down at the tail for a little longer, wanting to grab it, or pet it, or just brush it a bit more even though it isn't necessary. Anything that involves touching Manabu more, really... But he wonders if it's right to let Manabu count on that as well.
This isn't fair.
Grey's grip tightens on the brush he still holds, as a hot wave of anger rises up inside him. Why the hell does it have to be like this? Why did he have to be a copy and still have a heart? He can't be content with a life as a tool, he can't vindicate his own existence, and he can't have Manabu.]
Damn it...