FAMILIAR SINS — open, relapse

[madster]

malphas stopped crying, listen to aya. "you really think i-i'm good?" he asked, almost scoffing at the fact.
i'm a runaway. from my parents, from my problems. he blinked, wiping away a stray tear as she continued to talk. he liked being called sport - it was a strange feeling, and he was reminded he had no real parental figures. he was just a kid, still. he couldn't even remember their faces, and he couldn't even remember why he had run away. malphas listened to aya, as she described celestial bodies and how loss was a part of life. what stuck was him that he had to deal with the pain to get to the good parts. life had plenty good parts. being with stocking, getting promoted, hearing that he was indeed a good medic... it made him feel good inside.

"you're right." he said to aya, then turned to anima. "ha. alright, fine, you've convinced me," he said, doing the shot quickly and setting it down. "maybe.. i'll make an attempt to be nicer. just to see how it goes. and if it fuckin' sucks, i'll go back to being an ass. good plan." while malphas was tipsy, he spoke with truth- from now on, he'd try to at least be a little bit nicer.

if these two ladies could be nice to him, after all he's done, then he could be nice to other people too.