[Lifts his own glass to clink against Sabo's.] Kanpai.
Actually...
Freedom can be staring you right in the face and you don't even know you have it. Don't miss out on it seeing a glass ceiling that isn't even there.
[It doesn't... it's not...]
[And yet...]
[He can't put his finger on it. The years between seventeen and twenty where that applied. The missing years. And yet... It was a lesson he already learned. Wasn't it?]
[A hand goes to his temple on the side away from Sabo to rub it in small circles. He can feel it, and yet he can't remember it. Like a dream. And the harder he tries, the more it fades away.]
Freedom's doing whatever you want right?
[His heart feels like it's being choked again. That burning sensation from the back forward all over again. Something about his brothers. He doesn't even want to look at it too much, it clearly hurts more than should be necessary.]
Caged birds need to fly, but they still have to know where they're going first.
[He laughs quietly suddenly.] Labels are just like your stupid knockoff sunglasses. A little sticker on the front so people who don't look beyond them don't see. They shield, but not much. If everything's too dark for you, take them off. Unless you're afraid. [STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT.]
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Actually...
Freedom can be staring you right in the face and you don't even know you have it. Don't miss out on it seeing a glass ceiling that isn't even there.
[It doesn't... it's not...]
[And yet...]
[He can't put his finger on it. The years between seventeen and twenty where that applied. The missing years. And yet... It was a lesson he already learned. Wasn't it?]
[A hand goes to his temple on the side away from Sabo to rub it in small circles. He can feel it, and yet he can't remember it. Like a dream. And the harder he tries, the more it fades away.]
Freedom's doing whatever you want right?
[His heart feels like it's being choked again. That burning sensation from the back forward all over again. Something about his brothers. He doesn't even want to look at it too much, it clearly hurts more than should be necessary.]
Caged birds need to fly, but they still have to know where they're going first.
[He laughs quietly suddenly.] Labels are just like your stupid knockoff sunglasses. A little sticker on the front so people who don't look beyond them don't see. They shield, but not much. If everything's too dark for you, take them off. Unless you're afraid. [STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT.]