Harrowheart's smile wavers. He's not following. The man asked him the same question twice in a row, and he's at a loss for what to say or do now. Only this time it comes with the reality of it all. The reality that the undead recognize and the living, through naiveté or a need for comfort, ignore.
"They give me... Happiness?" Light, he feels so foolish saying it like that. "They give me someone to care about. They give me a reason to look forward to the future. Somethin' to live for."
He shakes his head slowly, sadly, as he considers the vampire. "I know Isidor and Viatorus are gonna die someday. I know all the livin' folks I love – my parents, my brothers and sisters – they're all gonna die some day. And... It hurts. Course it hurts. But I don't plan on livin' forever either. I'm already here longer than I wanted to be. When the folks I care about are gone, then I'll be gone, too. And I know that don't go over too good with most undead, but they're my friends, and it's my life, and those are my choices."
"So, no, I don't care about their power, or their leadership. No offense to them, but they ain't really the sorts of folks I'd want to lead me, and there's nothin' I can do with their power. I don't want their money, and their name means nothin' to me. I like 'em. That's all. If you don't understand it, I can't explain it to you."
And he's not sure he wants to linger on it, either. With some reluctance he asks, "So why are you here?"
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Date: 2017-08-18 03:29 pm (UTC)"They give me... Happiness?" Light, he feels so foolish saying it like that. "They give me someone to care about. They give me a reason to look forward to the future. Somethin' to live for."
He shakes his head slowly, sadly, as he considers the vampire. "I know Isidor and Viatorus are gonna die someday. I know all the livin' folks I love – my parents, my brothers and sisters – they're all gonna die some day. And... It hurts. Course it hurts. But I don't plan on livin' forever either. I'm already here longer than I wanted to be. When the folks I care about are gone, then I'll be gone, too. And I know that don't go over too good with most undead, but they're my friends, and it's my life, and those are my choices."
"So, no, I don't care about their power, or their leadership. No offense to them, but they ain't really the sorts of folks I'd want to lead me, and there's nothin' I can do with their power. I don't want their money, and their name means nothin' to me. I like 'em. That's all. If you don't understand it, I can't explain it to you."
And he's not sure he wants to linger on it, either. With some reluctance he asks, "So why are you here?"