seeing is believing: a resolution to yakumo's grief
one: yakumo states he's cursed and expresses his desire of wanting to see sanada, even as a ghost.
two: yatora's aoj piece is called "beyond the line of sight" and it is a triad painting of yakumo, hacchan, and momo's backs with an empty space left for sanada.
three: momo ends the chapter with the idea that children are the only ones able to see god.
at first i thought these were all separate moments, but they actually are all connected and provide the perfect conclusion to this arc. we can now understand why momo called yakumo a "brat" several chapters ago; yakumo acts like a child over sanada's death because he thought of her like a god and wanted to keep seeing her. he's been "seeing" her as a figment of his imagination, but even that version of sanada has become warped and untrue to the real, previously living sanada. and because he's cursed - either by not being in god's favor or simply because he's growing up (aka moving on) - he's lost the ability to see sanada anymore. she is now, like yatora states in his piece, beyond the line of sight.
by maturing and accepting the death of sanada and her human status, he can no longer see her. but like yotasuke told him last chapter, he can keep the grief he has over sanada with him forever. the next time yakumo and sanada see each other, it will be in death. it is only then that they can finally fulfill their past dream of having a joint exhibition of their art. and while their art is being displayed to be seen by others and can "leave a lasting impression on [their] hearts, for better or worse," they themselves will not be seen and therefore, are free from any worldly burdens :')
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-Back on the Beat-
Part 4. 05
November 26th, 11:49am
Kim feels like his heart is in his throat.
He and Chay arrived at the gardens a few minutes ago, Chay leading the way across the road towards the North entrance.
Kim may lack confidence when it comes to this thing between them, but he isn’t a complete idiot. He’s pretty sure that he knows why Chay wanted to bring him here, and the anticipation is torture.
He wishes Chay would just ask him out already.
Or kiss him.
Or hold his hand.
Or flip the script and tell him to fuck off forever.
Something.
Instead, Chay heads over the bridge at Marigold Gate and picks a flower from the garden.
Kim follows a few steps behind.
They walk along the path together, heading towards the Japanese gardens. Kim isn’t sure if Chay has a destination in mind, so he just follows where Chay leads them.
It feels like an eternity waiting for Chay to start talking. They pass flower beds, trees and little lakes with toros and bridges. Chay spins his flower around and fiddles with the leaves. He looks like he has a lot on his mind.
Kim wonders if maybe he's supposed to start the conversation... but Chay is the one who asked him here, so Chay should he the one to begin talking, right?
They're entering into the English garden and Kim is becoming more and more unsure if Chay is waiting for him to say something when Chay finally looks over at him.
“I’ve been thinking a lot, p’Kim.” Chay starts. “I feel trapped where I am right now; with the compound, and the guards and always being watched by someone and the casual talk of violence and illegal things all the time. But… I feel like I’m becoming more and more used to how things are now... and it doesn’t make me as uncomfortable as it used to. I can’t imagine my life going back to how it was anymore, and I don’t think I would want it to if I had the choice. I used to want it to, but I don’t anymore.”
Chay looks back down at the flower in his hands, spinning it gently.
“What changed?” Kim asks. He knew Chay was feeling uncomfortable and a little displaced, but he thought it was mostly about what happened between them, and Chay trying to figure out what he wanted for his future and Porsche being so busy and less available. It never really occurred to him that Chay might also be feeling uncomfortable with his sudden proximity to the mafia. Kim is used to this world, he forgot how scary it can be for people who aren’t.
“Honestly? It was a bit of everything, but it was largely p’Kinn.”
Kim looked at him incredulously. “Kinn?”
“Yeah. We don’t talk much and I still find him a little intimidating... but hia is so happy with him that it’s hard to wish for things to be different. It was recognising that I didn’t want that to change for him that helped me feel more comfortable where I am right now. Then p’Khun’s fun and kindness, Arm and Pol, Nok and the other guards who are nice to me… and my relationship with you… And as much as I miss how things were, hia and I didn’t have it easy and he sacrificed a lot trying to provide for us and to keep us safe.” Porchay frowned down at his flower. “Maybe what I want for the future is to also help keep people safe, not just help them… but… I don’t know… what sort of career keeps people safe that doesn’t risk my own safety? I don’t want to put myself in danger if I can help it.”
Porchay seems to be going along a mental journey as much as they’re going along a physical one. They make their way along the path past the geodesic dome as Porchay rips one of the leaves off his stolen marigold, the water of the lake reflecting the midday sunlight and the pavilion in the distance.
Kim hums, encouraging Chay to continue.
“Mmm I don’t know. But maybe you can help me brainstorm and figure it out, p’Kim? I could use someone to bounce ideas off of.”
Kim nods. “Yeah, of course.”
Chay smiles at him before continuing. “I still don’t know what I want to do with university yet, but I do know some things I want.” Chay walks along the lake to a bushy area with a gazebo, stopping to lean against the side of it. Kim follows him, unsure where to stand and ending up placing himself awkwardly in front of where Chay leans.
“I want to keep making music, even if it’s not what I want to pursue professionally anymore. I want you to come to the family dinners more often. Your brothers miss you, and it’s nice having you there.
"I want to get to know p'Kinn more and build a relationship with the person who's so important to my brother.
“I want to figure out a way to move out of the compound. If that means I have to learn how to fight and take a couple guards with me then okay, but I hate living there so much…” Chay looks away and mumbles a low ‘sorry.’ Kim doesn’t mind. Chay is right: the compound is a fucking nightmare. Kim doesn’t miss it when he’s not there.
Chay takes a deep breath. He stands up straight and raises his hand, bringing it up to tuck the marigold behind Kim’s ear. Kim’s breath catches, heart stuttering along with Chay’s movements. “I want you to be a part of my future too, p’Kim, if you still want to be.” He moves his hand back down, catching Kim’s on his way and holding his hand gently. “Maybe we could try going on a proper date? I’ll let you buy me boba tea.” He smiles, shy and playful. Kim’s heart feels like it’s about to hop right out of his chest and drown itself in the lake. Or join Chay’s in his chest. “And then maybe, afterwards, we can decide if we want to put a label to this?”
Kim swallows, looking out at the lake so he doesn’t have to keep looking into Chay’s sparkling eyes.
Fuck. This is everything he wants... and this is what he'd been expecting from this outing... and yet he can’t seem to get his words working.
He looks back at Chay, still gently holding his hand and smiling at him fondly. He reaches up to touch the flower behind his ear, words still escaping him.
Chay doesn’t seem to mind, though. Reading the answer on his face. His smile grows slowly, then he giggles lightly and tugs on Kim’s hand to get him to move, leading him a few steps back towards the path. “You’re so cute, p’Kim.”
Kim frowns. How is he cute?
Chay tugs him along further, insistently, grinning at him with a light blush on his cheeks.
“Com’on, com’on,” he laughs. “You can think about how to tell me 'yes' while we go look at the cacti.”
Kim touches the flower in his hair again. "Porchay… I.. "
"Mm?"
"Uh... I... Chay..." Kim takes a breath, "I think this flower might actually be a peony." Kim doesn't know what he's saying.
Chay stops in his tracks.
Kim laughs.
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