[The sound of a gunshot coming over the ambient background she had put on is enough to make him jump. This time he lowers the headphones entirely before turning around. He's trying to remember that Inaba is testing him and that she's not stupid, but the pink light of his power chases the human gold from his eyes anyway.]
[Yuuto begins to relax again-- Or at least, he tries to look relaxed. His eyes are still glowing and he's panicking under the surface, but doing his best to appear calm.]
S, sorry. I guess... Thinking about it made me hear things, or something. Mm. [He quietly lifts the headphones again, debating if he should retreat into the ambient noise until he's calm enough to fake a proper smile.]
[It would be rude to put the headphones back on now, so Yuuto drops them around his neck again. He nods slowly and offers a soft laugh, trying to brush it off;]
... I don't get it. Am I supposed to be angry about your weird taste in ringtones, Inaba?
[He seems to recite something;] Humans will always be in conflict with each other. As an observer and a temporary existence, it is irresponsible for me to pick favorites in those conflicts and inflict my whims permanently upon a world that I don't belong to.
... And if I feel something strongly and can't control it, then my Distortion...
[Yuuto looks back at the computer. Remembering the flashdrive and his program; The failsafe, meant to kill him in the case of an emergency. He remembers how his life is slipping out of his control, right as he learns what he loves the most about living. Then vaguely seeing Inaba's reflection on the screen and remembering the promise he'd made to her.
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There's no other sound for a bit, as if waiting in anticipation to see if he'll turn around again. ]
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Inaba?!
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... Are you okay? I thought I heard a gun?
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I'm fine.
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S, sorry. I guess... Thinking about it made me hear things, or something. Mm. [He quietly lifts the headphones again, debating if he should retreat into the ambient noise until he's calm enough to fake a proper smile.]
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[ She takes out her phone and presses a button which causes another loud gunshot to ring. ]
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... I don't get it. Am I supposed to be angry about your weird taste in ringtones, Inaba?
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I'm sorry. I was worried someone was going to hurt you. If anything happened to you, I'd be- [... huh. Angry?]
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... uhhhhhhhhh.
Are you going to get mad if I do?
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[Something else clicks;] There was never anyone to acknowledge my emotions before, huh? Just me.
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[He bows his head nervously.]
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[He seems to recite something;] Humans will always be in conflict with each other. As an observer and a temporary existence, it is irresponsible for me to pick favorites in those conflicts and inflict my whims permanently upon a world that I don't belong to.
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[Yuuto lifts his head in surprise.
wow she's fucking right.]
Doesn't angry feel awful though? What if it becomes all that I feel?
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[Yuuto looks back at the computer. Remembering the flashdrive and his program; The failsafe, meant to kill him in the case of an emergency. He remembers how his life is slipping out of his control, right as he learns what he loves the most about living. Then vaguely seeing Inaba's reflection on the screen and remembering the promise he'd made to her.
He sighs. Thinking...]
I think... I'm angry at the Facility.
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Am I angry or am I dying?
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Yuuto. I think that's what you call 'anxiety'.
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