Hesitating, Zechs took a moment to respond to Hakuba's innocent question. To buy himself some time, he sipped lightly at his coffee, barely consuming any of the drink. Merely stalling as he attempted to think of how to explain. He wanted to tell the truth. But he didn't know how much of the truth he should tell.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Hakuba. He could tell the boy secrets, obviously, and they would be kept. But a lot of this sort of thing was private, emotional. Yet more than anything else, he didn't know if the Detective could understand. It came down to experience again. Hakuba had never been a soldier, never killed anyone, never contemplated the murder of millions. Tyki and he could form such a close friendship initially because they were both monstrous.
"... He was a man who was excellent at manipulating other persons. Especially those who he cared for, who cared for him in turn. I was commonly known as his pawn, and for a time I was proud of my role. Yet eventually, even when I broke all ties with him - I still felt as if I was a part of his larger mechanizations."
Zechs looked rather grim, hardly calm at all. Yet at least he wasn't thinking about Tyki, injured and alone on the Ark. This was a past memory he had already defeated. "If I had not known him as I had, things might not had happened as they did. Though be it for better or for ill, I do not know."
Don't worry, don't worry, he'll drink it. He might hate Hakuba for drugging him, though. >.>;;
It wasn't that he didn't trust Hakuba. He could tell the boy secrets, obviously, and they would be kept. But a lot of this sort of thing was private, emotional. Yet more than anything else, he didn't know if the Detective could understand. It came down to experience again. Hakuba had never been a soldier, never killed anyone, never contemplated the murder of millions. Tyki and he could form such a close friendship initially because they were both monstrous.
"... He was a man who was excellent at manipulating other persons. Especially those who he cared for, who cared for him in turn. I was commonly known as his pawn, and for a time I was proud of my role. Yet eventually, even when I broke all ties with him - I still felt as if I was a part of his larger mechanizations."
Zechs looked rather grim, hardly calm at all. Yet at least he wasn't thinking about Tyki, injured and alone on the Ark. This was a past memory he had already defeated. "If I had not known him as I had, things might not had happened as they did. Though be it for better or for ill, I do not know."