[He hesitates a moment. Why should he tell Alex? Why should he disclose to him any information about himself? They’re enemies, right? He shot Alex, and Alex is a normal person, so he should hate him, want to kill him like Sugimoto surely did.
No, that’s wrong. Alex isn’t a normal person and he isn’t like Sugimoto. He isn’t even like Yuusaku, blindly avoiding killing without really understanding anything. Alex is something else inexplicable.]
All of it. You and Sayori acknowledge the world’s a shitty place but want to be better anyway. All I ever want to do is drag the people who don’t down into misery too. Everyone keeps trying to understand me as if it should matter to them at all. They should just hate me. I’m sure some of them do, now. [Like Wash. In all this, his behavior makes the most sense. The most familiar. Rage. Contempt. He’s used to that. He thinks maybe Mista too, though it just makes his honest questions more confusing.
He thinks about the barracks back at Asahikawa, all the unsubtle murmurs behind his back. You know, the son of a wildcat will be a wildcat too. The scornful looks. The fresh privates already giving him a wide berth passing through the training grounds. Jeers, threats, I’m gonna wipe that smug look off your face, bastard. Second Lieutenant Koito’s condescending voice. Private First Class Tanigaki’s scowling face. It all made sense.
He thinks of Asirpa smiling at him. I had my suspicions too, but I see you in a new light, now. He thinks about her explaining how to catch pika to Sugimoto. Salivating over animal brains. He can make sense of her too. She was nice to him because he served a purpose. He was useful. That was all. That had to be all. Ogata, if we ate a food you liked, would you finally say hinna too?]
They keep saying you don’t have to have a use for someone to care what happens to them. But that can’t be right.
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No, that’s wrong. Alex isn’t a normal person and he isn’t like Sugimoto. He isn’t even like Yuusaku, blindly avoiding killing without really understanding anything. Alex is something else inexplicable.]
All of it. You and Sayori acknowledge the world’s a shitty place but want to be better anyway. All I ever want to do is drag the people who don’t down into misery too. Everyone keeps trying to understand me as if it should matter to them at all. They should just hate me. I’m sure some of them do, now. [Like Wash. In all this, his behavior makes the most sense. The most familiar. Rage. Contempt. He’s used to that. He thinks maybe Mista too, though it just makes his honest questions more confusing.
He thinks about the barracks back at Asahikawa, all the unsubtle murmurs behind his back. You know, the son of a wildcat will be a wildcat too. The scornful looks. The fresh privates already giving him a wide berth passing through the training grounds. Jeers, threats, I’m gonna wipe that smug look off your face, bastard. Second Lieutenant Koito’s condescending voice. Private First Class Tanigaki’s scowling face. It all made sense.
He thinks of Asirpa smiling at him. I had my suspicions too, but I see you in a new light, now. He thinks about her explaining how to catch pika to Sugimoto. Salivating over animal brains. He can make sense of her too. She was nice to him because he served a purpose. He was useful. That was all. That had to be all. Ogata, if we ate a food you liked, would you finally say hinna too?]
They keep saying you don’t have to have a use for someone to care what happens to them. But that can’t be right.