I'm Sara Chidouin... Just a normal high school girl you could find anywhere.
[She leans back a little, clearly uncomfortable with his grinning praise. Who is she, huh? Why does everyone keep asking that. Her own answer can't change. No matter how everyone acts, she remains herself. Just someone attending school who had something bad happen. That's not even special.
...Despite the mounting evidence otherwise. Her own father, her name scattered everywhere... Maybe she doesn't really know who Sara Chidouin is supposed to be. Having a killing game built around her doesn't change who she is, right? She lived a normal life, so she can still lay claim to that. She doesn't feel very interesting...Komeada could probably go find a second year girl just like her only a floor above. ]
I meant between Mr. Red and Miss Blue, but... that's a good choice, that means you have faith in your hope!
( asking her a question like that would bring sara to voice her own name, but he did it on purpose, forcing her into a position that isn't of those who characters that were made up. there's no need to pick either of them for himself either, because at the end of the day, he's the same as he's always been. the trash that nobody wants, the person that he's sure everyone would be happier if he died, and he smiles with that thought in mind. )
I'm someone who wants to help hope, no matter what, even scum like me knows my place.
( that place being a stepping stone, even though she's not an ultimate, he's still willing to pursue whatever that shining beacon that she calls a goal for herself is. it's here that he lifts a hand, waving his prosthetic like he wants to draw in her attention. she doesn't have to acknowledge him, but he does want her to know what's on his mind. )
Being able to decide for what we want in life is nice, isn't it?
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[She leans back a little, clearly uncomfortable with his grinning praise. Who is she, huh? Why does everyone keep asking that. Her own answer can't change. No matter how everyone acts, she remains herself. Just someone attending school who had something bad happen. That's not even special.
...Despite the mounting evidence otherwise. Her own father, her name scattered everywhere... Maybe she doesn't really know who Sara Chidouin is supposed to be. Having a killing game built around her doesn't change who she is, right? She lived a normal life, so she can still lay claim to that. She doesn't feel very interesting...Komeada could probably go find a second year girl just like her only a floor above. ]
And who are you, Komeada-san?
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( asking her a question like that would bring sara to voice her own name, but he did it on purpose, forcing her into a position that isn't of those who characters that were made up. there's no need to pick either of them for himself either, because at the end of the day, he's the same as he's always been. the trash that nobody wants, the person that he's sure everyone would be happier if he died, and he smiles with that thought in mind. )
I'm someone who wants to help hope, no matter what, even scum like me knows my place.
( that place being a stepping stone, even though she's not an ultimate, he's still willing to pursue whatever that shining beacon that she calls a goal for herself is. it's here that he lifts a hand, waving his prosthetic like he wants to draw in her attention. she doesn't have to acknowledge him, but he does want her to know what's on his mind. )
Being able to decide for what we want in life is nice, isn't it?