Onsaemiro's words were direct enough to catch Garu off guard, and a slight grin crossed his snake-like features. "Hah, therapy. I don't think either of us would last a session, so yeah, let's make this whatever it will be. If it's any trouble, I did only ask what was on your mind, but... I guess it's the same thing, isn't it?" He took a swig from his own drink, a flask he smuggled into the shop so he could reserve their table before the long line became a longer wait for seating. "Line wasn't long for this, by the way. You should try it sometime, it's not as bad as it looks." He tilted the flask towards Onsaemiro, but at the latter's loud consumption of his own beverage, Garu lowered it again.
But even when giving much of his attention to nursing his cheap sparkling wine, Garu had a way of sensing the moment someone became solemn, and so he screwed the metal cap back onto his flask and tossed it under the table onto his lap. The alcohol would have helped for sure of the troublesome image before him, seeing the previously exuberant monk suddenly burdened with the result of the subject at hand. There was something fitting about the lovely man in his robes holding guilt, but because it was so fitting it was entirely wrong. Maybe monks were supposed to be somber, but Onsaemiro? What could darken his internal light so suddenly, if even as slightly as a subtle turn of a dimmer switch?
Ah, but such is life, thought Garu. I don't suppose anyone like that stays so bright for long.
But when the answer was such that it was, Garu couldn't help but to take shock to the idea. "He made a mistake at work? Even if it was fatal, that's no reason to mess with him. Everyone makes mistakes at work. Everyone dies -- er, everyone should die someday -- so what kinda punishment would weigh on you this much?"
At Onsaemiro's answer, Garu found his breath hitch, startled. The closeness between two friends, broken by demanded betrayal... he broke into a cold sweat and stared down at the table. It was truly the ultimate tragedy. And at that, this friend was never quite the same? How did Onsaemiro carry the knowledge that he broke someone to some degree, and how did he carry it every single day?
What does it take for someone to never be the same in his eyes? That's some scary shit right there.
And what kind of repercussions were worth avoiding to do that to someone? No, Garu shook his head, he couldn't think that way. Living with that guilt had to be punishment enough, so it was no good exchanging it for another. Everyone had moments where they had no choice to do what they did, and it would be unfair for Garu to decide that Onsaemiro's reasoning was somehow not good enough to qualify. But for this friend to never be the same...
Shit, shit, fuck off. It's not my place to be horrified on either of their behalf.
As Onsaemiro finished, Garu cleared his throat and wiped his brow, his eyes still fixed on the table. "Well, that certainly is a difficult situation," he said, unable to hide the apprehension in his voice. "A-are you sure you don't want some of my wine? It might take the edge off, huh?"
Garu sat across from you, dropping his lab coat on the seat and loosening his work tie. Both carried raindrops beaded on the fabric from the downpour outside, and even his shirt pocket was so thoroughly drenched that he ruined his pack of cigarettes for the next few days. He had nothing to ease his nerves from the day, besides maybe his venom, but it would be irresponsible to send his body into spasms in public, and seated across from a stranger on the public transit nonetheless.
"Shit day at work," he said, skipping over a greeting or pleasantries. "Wanna know something? A bit of a trade secret, I suppose. You can cure a phobia if the patient can't feel fear."
What a way to make a first impression. Still, Garu continued.
"As long as you have the right meds for it, of course. You don't want to use a sedative if it's gonna be a regular occurrence, yeah? No point in it. But I've managed to create a drug for my boss that helps with his phobia, all without the stress of exposure therapy. See, he's usually rather composed, but he has a phobia of water, and he's a fucking mess when he's near it. Crying and begging from just a bit of rain like this, and don't get me started on anything more. So, I might as well fix it, right?"
He glanced up, his tired eyes almost looking past you into nothing.
"Wanna know something else? I gave him that phobia. He almost drowned, I fucked up, I ruined his goddamn life over it."
He finally locked eyes with you, searching for something. He didn't care. He wanted to be punished, or pitied, or something. He didn't know.
"I fuckin' hate myself for it. That's a trade secret, too."
vv followup! i love this and villains are so cool, thank you so so much for letting Meloria be mean to Garu!!
Shit, she was right.
The word coddled struck Garu like a stinging knife, challenging the last grasp of hope he clung to for Soru's sake. But it wasn't for Soru's sake, was it? It was for his own peace of mind, and his own plea to be absolved of Soru's permanent pain.
And what responsibility did he have to his boss, whose life he altered forever? When he thought about it, besides his own affections for the man, his only sense of duty was caused by his complete lack of choice. He was an experiment for the company, with a compulsion to do whatever he must to keep it secure, and maybe medicating his boss to the point of a certain blankness was keeping him in a horrible way to live. He wanted to fix Soru, yes, but would he have done the same drastic measures if Soru had been a friend rather than a boss?
No, he would never have ruined that man.
Garu was aware of Meloria's condescension, but he knew he deserved it. She was telling the truth. Maybe not the only truth, he wished, but a certain definite truth that he had to hear eventually.
And it was the truth. All of it. He couldn't even deny her view of death, as he himself was a necromancer, and he had seen the lengths people would go to both to die and to undie. Would he cause the same in Soru, and someday find the man had thrown his life away for the fear or the drugs that took that fear away? He hated that he knew the answer. He hated that Meloria knew the answer.
And there was no comfort to be found in that answer, but that was okay. Garu Orochi did not deserve the comfort he stripped from others forever.