...They do nothing. It was a situation where all they could do was ask.
[ Sara stares at Komeada for a second, trying to hard a stricken look. That's it, that's his reactions... to spit on the helpless and pathetic, even though he said he'd tried to die himself. Maybe it was too simplistic, boiling a question like that down to a metaphor, but hearing Komeada dismissing on to pleading that to Sara still feels all to real...she can't stand it suddenly.
But what had she expected, him to understand? Their ways of thinking were totally different. All he wanted was bloodshed and death and some twisted love that didn't help anyone. Why was Sara even bothering to entertain this...had she hoped he'd absolve her of some guilt? How pathetic. ]
Its true then, you and I are never ever going to get along, Komeada-san. [ She stands, brushing her skirt off briskly. ] I think in the end, I already know the right answer anyway. You're supposed to protect someone weaker then you, right? That's the sort of thinking that lets everyone get along.
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Date: 2021-09-07 07:53 am (UTC)[ Sara stares at Komeada for a second, trying to hard a stricken look. That's it, that's his reactions... to spit on the helpless and pathetic, even though he said he'd tried to die himself. Maybe it was too simplistic, boiling a question like that down to a metaphor, but hearing Komeada dismissing on to pleading that to Sara still feels all to real...she can't stand it suddenly.
But what had she expected, him to understand? Their ways of thinking were totally different. All he wanted was bloodshed and death and some twisted love that didn't help anyone. Why was Sara even bothering to entertain this...had she hoped he'd absolve her of some guilt? How pathetic. ]
Its true then, you and I are never ever going to get along, Komeada-san. [ She stands, brushing her skirt off briskly. ] I think in the end, I already know the right answer anyway. You're supposed to protect someone weaker then you, right? That's the sort of thinking that lets everyone get along.
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It was nice speaking to you, Komeada-san.