[Both. It's definitely both. What he fears is a little bit more complicated, yet the answer still can't help but rest on the tip of his tongue.
Passenger can tell him he's being sincere all day long, but his own word only goes so far. Sesa knows Passenger is a master manipulator. He's sharp with his tongue and knows how to twist words into what people want to hear, even if he personally doesn't believe what he's saying. Yet, as much as Sesa would like to lean on that as proof, he has action to back up what Passenger claims. He need only think back to the castle.
Still, he worries. How couldn't he? Not only is he worried about making a terrible mistake he can't take back, he knows he's potentially dipping his toes into uncharted waters. Sesa is not, after all, well versed in relationships when it comes to this aspect of them, at least not ones that exist outside of a videogame. He can't help but feel as if there's a gulf of experience between them a mile wide. Passenger must find it all amusing. Perhaps endearing.
Sesa finally glances at Passenger out of the corner of his eye, through that long curtain of crimson hair. It does not help that the Liberi seems so relaxed and at ease, while Sesa feels like his head might explode at any moment.]
...you irritate me. You somehow manage to...to delve into the very depths of my being in a way that no one else can. You've picked me apart and examined my every flaw and trauma, yet you have yet to abandon what you've found there. [He's found a kindred spirit, perhaps. Someone worth examining further.] I know well that you want to see me snap beneath the weight of it all. If I were to only follow in your footsteps, I imagine you think, my path to the revenge I seek would be obtainable, and not as sand flowing through my fingers such as it is now...
[He looks back down at his hands, now held palm-up in front of him.]
Yet...for all of your atrocities, your dedication...your drive inspires me. And that...is terrifying.
[His claws ball into loose fists.]
I admire you. I wish to attain the heights you have reached, and that terrifies me. And I wish...to be closer.
[As he says that, his tail does what he is too nervous to. The tip of it reaches out, brushing against the back of Passenger's hand.]
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Passenger can tell him he's being sincere all day long, but his own word only goes so far. Sesa knows Passenger is a master manipulator. He's sharp with his tongue and knows how to twist words into what people want to hear, even if he personally doesn't believe what he's saying. Yet, as much as Sesa would like to lean on that as proof, he has action to back up what Passenger claims. He need only think back to the castle.
Still, he worries. How couldn't he? Not only is he worried about making a terrible mistake he can't take back, he knows he's potentially dipping his toes into uncharted waters. Sesa is not, after all, well versed in relationships when it comes to this aspect of them, at least not ones that exist outside of a videogame. He can't help but feel as if there's a gulf of experience between them a mile wide. Passenger must find it all amusing. Perhaps endearing.
Sesa finally glances at Passenger out of the corner of his eye, through that long curtain of crimson hair. It does not help that the Liberi seems so relaxed and at ease, while Sesa feels like his head might explode at any moment.]
...you irritate me. You somehow manage to...to delve into the very depths of my being in a way that no one else can. You've picked me apart and examined my every flaw and trauma, yet you have yet to abandon what you've found there. [He's found a kindred spirit, perhaps. Someone worth examining further.] I know well that you want to see me snap beneath the weight of it all. If I were to only follow in your footsteps, I imagine you think, my path to the revenge I seek would be obtainable, and not as sand flowing through my fingers such as it is now...
[He looks back down at his hands, now held palm-up in front of him.]
Yet...for all of your atrocities, your dedication...your drive inspires me. And that...is terrifying.
[His claws ball into loose fists.]
I admire you. I wish to attain the heights you have reached, and that terrifies me. And I wish...to be closer.
[As he says that, his tail does what he is too nervous to. The tip of it reaches out, brushing against the back of Passenger's hand.]