[ And it's right here in this very moment that a glimpse of how alike they are shines through: they're both so hard on themselves with their failures.
He feels her hands on his shoulders and he does hear her words... yet all he can think about is how he had been lied to. Well, not lied to technically but not told of what had happened to mom, even after he had told his future self about how he had messed up and mom and dad were dead... he hadn't even bothered to tell him the same. Whether it was from shame, disbelief, guilt, or simply wanting to spare him from feeling double what he already did, it didn't matter to Trunks because he felt he had a right to know. If his future self looks to his mom as a version of his mother, then he can do the same for the future version of Bulma.
Timelines... are just... so complicated.
With hands curled tightly into fists to the point that nails cut into skin, drawing blood, Trunks looks away from Mai, still not allowing his tears to fall. ]
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He feels her hands on his shoulders and he does hear her words... yet all he can think about is how he had been lied to. Well, not lied to technically but not told of what had happened to mom, even after he had told his future self about how he had messed up and mom and dad were dead... he hadn't even bothered to tell him the same. Whether it was from shame, disbelief, guilt, or simply wanting to spare him from feeling double what he already did, it didn't matter to Trunks because he felt he had a right to know. If his future self looks to his mom as a version of his mother, then he can do the same for the future version of Bulma.
Timelines... are just... so complicated.
With hands curled tightly into fists to the point that nails cut into skin, drawing blood, Trunks looks away from Mai, still not allowing his tears to fall. ]
I have to go.