[he looks confused a moment, like the question of 'why' never occurred to him.]
... why wouldn't I?
Everyone is going to die before me. [you think about how buzen and matsui are the oldest people in this game, even older than rang and the literal god] If I didn't talk to anyone just because I knew they'd leave first...
For our mission, I might have to kill any human that I meet. Not just the ones that history remembers, but any of them. Sometimes, if history forgets someone, then I have to be the reason why for that too.
But those moments count for something too, I think... even though they won't last forever.
[ . . . he looks thoughtful for a second, before he shrugs a little bit.]
I know. But... that's the hand you get sometimes, you know?
[he rubs the back of his neck and tries to put on a smile, even now.]
Carrying the memory of others with me, until eventually I'm the one forgotten.... I know how it sounds. It's pretty sad. But at the same time... it's what I would rather choose.
Instead of being left alone, unsure if I exist, or leaving so many others in limbo. Maybe it's a little self-serving... but I'd like to choose the one with a little more light if I can. Even if it's temporary.
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... why wouldn't I?
Everyone is going to die before me. [you think about how buzen and matsui are the oldest people in this game, even older than rang and the literal god] If I didn't talk to anyone just because I knew they'd leave first...
Wouldn't that be awfully lonely?
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[his eyes are focused on buzen, as if afraid of the answer]
Even though you knew that there'd be a possibility that you'd have to end his life yourself.
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[softly, and more than a little sadly]
For our mission, I might have to kill any human that I meet. Not just the ones that history remembers, but any of them. Sometimes, if history forgets someone, then I have to be the reason why for that too.
But those moments count for something too, I think... even though they won't last forever.
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You'll always be the one left behind.
[he wants to say 'how is that okay?' but it's a question he feels he knows the answer to already,]
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I know. But... that's the hand you get sometimes, you know?
[he rubs the back of his neck and tries to put on a smile, even now.]
Carrying the memory of others with me, until eventually I'm the one forgotten.... I know how it sounds. It's pretty sad. But at the same time... it's what I would rather choose.
Instead of being left alone, unsure if I exist, or leaving so many others in limbo. Maybe it's a little self-serving... but I'd like to choose the one with a little more light if I can. Even if it's temporary.