[ Okuyasu's not expecting an explanation. He especially isn't expecting Nishiki's strained but steady voice to stay that way - not yelling at him, no insults frantically layered over hurt feelings. It's enough to keep Okuyasu quiet and glued to the spot and to keep a flickering hope alive in him despite the gusts of wind that seem so damn determined to snuff it out.
Does he understand? Okuyasu sucks in a slow breath and looks over those words again for any sign that he is what's been found lacking.
He keeps not finding one. He shifts, uneasy and uncomfortable and increasingly not sure where exactly he's supposed to get the energy and determination to turn that all into anger, instead. ]
Do you mean you don't... You don't like what you do, either?
[ Initiated when he was his age. How old was he when he saw Keicho kill someone the first time? It was actually pretty recent, and a harrowing escalation of the violence Okuyasu had been raised by his whole life anyway. He'd sort of assumed he'd seen it all, but he'd been so, so wrong.
What else has Nishiki seen, if he's been doing this for longer than Okuyasu's been alive? ]
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Does he understand? Okuyasu sucks in a slow breath and looks over those words again for any sign that he is what's been found lacking.
He keeps not finding one. He shifts, uneasy and uncomfortable and increasingly not sure where exactly he's supposed to get the energy and determination to turn that all into anger, instead. ]
Do you mean you don't... You don't like what you do, either?
[ Initiated when he was his age. How old was he when he saw Keicho kill someone the first time? It was actually pretty recent, and a harrowing escalation of the violence Okuyasu had been raised by his whole life anyway. He'd sort of assumed he'd seen it all, but he'd been so, so wrong.
What else has Nishiki seen, if he's been doing this for longer than Okuyasu's been alive? ]