Mm... to be honest, [ She'll lean up against him closing her eyes for a moment ] I'm still not entirely comfortable with it. I don't know if I ever will be.
Am... I weird, for being the only one to think that way?
I'm not okay with this world, but. . . it's not that what I'm referring to, or what he noticed. I mean, would anyone be completely okay with this world? I doubt I'd be the only one, Atsushi.
I. . . reacted a bit, during that last deliberation, to "fake bodies", if you noticed. It's- [...] It's one of the few things that fucks me up that the others were completely fine with. Like. . . I didn't choose to come back and stay here for myself at all. That's stupid of me, isn't it?
[ She curls her hand into a tight fist, nails digging slightly into the skin. ]
Since when did I give so much of a damn about other people that I'm suddenly the selfless bastard?
What bothers someone is what bothers someone. I still hyperventilate when I see Kurusu-San without his glasses. Everyone has something that bothers them, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Though, um...I'm glad you decided to stay. Even if the 'fake bodies' thing bothers you.
[ And the fact that he's being earnest about it all, is something that she appreciates. She sticks close to him with a bit of a sad, solemn smile, however. ]
I guess. I can't think about it too much because I might have a panic attack or something worseー
[ She trails off a bit, her words strained in her throat quite a bit as she tries to shake it off, not wanting to spiral back into those dark thoughts. Even if she is very much aware that she's like that.
There's no saving her from thinking like that, and that's because she still personally thinks that she's fundamentally broken; after all, even if the event affected her to the point that yeah, she has trauma now, she can't say that she doesn't-- but even if she could overcome that, her main issues, the way she is normally? That can't just be traced back to a single incident at all.
There just isn't any salvation for her inherent issue, no matter how hard she tries.
Even if she's opened up a bit, things for her are still difficult. ]
But. . . thanks, Atsushi. For saying that. Hearing those words, that someone is glad that I'm here, it means a lot. It's still a little strange for me, to have so many people just accept me as who I am and earnestly want to be friends with me.
[Atsushi will go ahead and move away from the 'fake bodies' conversation, since it looks like it's upsetting to Inaba. She has the perfect lead-in to something else anyway.]
It's strange for me too, you know. Back home, people either were afraid of me or wanted to use me. To have people who just want to be around me is...it's nice. And it makes me want to make people feel that same way.
[Oh look he's bumping shoulders again. He's here for you, Inaba.]
[ Well, if he's doing that, she's just going to rest her head on his shoulder for a bit. ]
You already know how I feel about you. Like it's not some simple feeling that I care about you to the point that I'm not going to be scared, you know. But... it's nice, not being alone.
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[With her sudden melancholy and reluctance to stay in this world and all.]
And he's very observant, it makes sense that he would be the first to notice.
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Am... I weird, for being the only one to think that way?
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I. . . reacted a bit, during that last deliberation, to "fake bodies", if you noticed. It's- [...] It's one of the few things that fucks me up that the others were completely fine with. Like. . . I didn't choose to come back and stay here for myself at all. That's stupid of me, isn't it?
[ She curls her hand into a tight fist, nails digging slightly into the skin. ]
Since when did I give so much of a damn about other people that I'm suddenly the selfless bastard?
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[He's speaking honestly here.]
What bothers someone is what bothers someone. I still hyperventilate when I see Kurusu-San without his glasses. Everyone has something that bothers them, and it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Though, um...I'm glad you decided to stay. Even if the 'fake bodies' thing bothers you.
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I guess. I can't think about it too much because I might have a panic attack or something worseー
[ She trails off a bit, her words strained in her throat quite a bit as she tries to shake it off, not wanting to spiral back into those dark thoughts. Even if she is very much aware that she's like that.
There's no saving her from thinking like that, and that's because she still personally thinks that she's fundamentally broken; after all, even if the event affected her to the point that yeah, she has trauma now, she can't say that she doesn't-- but even if she could overcome that, her main issues, the way she is normally? That can't just be traced back to a single incident at all.
There just isn't any salvation for her inherent issue, no matter how hard she tries.
Even if she's opened up a bit, things for her are still difficult. ]
But. . . thanks, Atsushi. For saying that. Hearing those words, that someone is glad that I'm here, it means a lot. It's still a little strange for me, to have so many people just accept me as who I am and earnestly want to be friends with me.
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It's strange for me too, you know. Back home, people either were afraid of me or wanted to use me. To have people who just want to be around me is...it's nice. And it makes me want to make people feel that same way.
[Oh look he's bumping shoulders again. He's here for you, Inaba.]
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You already know how I feel about you. Like it's not some simple feeling that I care about you to the point that I'm not going to be scared, you know. But... it's nice, not being alone.
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Mmm, I agree. I like not being alone anymore.
[Even if it's complicated and messy sometimes.]
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[ They can just stay like this the rest of the time, it's fine. ]