"I know my weaknesses," Kadaj said, his voice low and unhappy. "Telling them to someone else is another matter."
He squeezed his hand into a fist and closed his eyes. Admitting your weaknesses wasn't how you got along within Khamja. You hid them, covered them, denied them, just as surely as you hid some of your abilities.
He opened his fist again, slowly, before he looked up at Even, catching sight of his expression and then looking away again. He wasn't used to praise either, or at least praise that didn't have an agenda behind it.
"But I'll try," he said.
Maybe he did need to be taught some other way. Maybe that was why he could remember the passages of Kuja's plays, but he couldn't read them. He hoped that Even could help with that, it sounded like he knew what he was talking about.
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Date: 2016-01-26 07:29 pm (UTC)He squeezed his hand into a fist and closed his eyes. Admitting your weaknesses wasn't how you got along within Khamja. You hid them, covered them, denied them, just as surely as you hid some of your abilities.
He opened his fist again, slowly, before he looked up at Even, catching sight of his expression and then looking away again. He wasn't used to praise either, or at least praise that didn't have an agenda behind it.
"But I'll try," he said.
Maybe he did need to be taught some other way. Maybe that was why he could remember the passages of Kuja's plays, but he couldn't read them. He hoped that Even could help with that, it sounded like he knew what he was talking about.