No, you aren't the one understanding. While both of them can ask, neither of them are showing me their hope just by asking. Which one of them will take action? Hope belongs to the person who will make hope reality.
( a riddle like this is too simple, miss blue, and mr. red, both of them asking komaeda how to spend their lives. he's supposed to choose based of what... a request? anyone can ask, anyone can speak, but who will use their hope to their advantage? in the end, it's just a disposable cop out, and even komaeda has his resignations from that sort of pathetic acceptance. )
That's giving up hope, and they've lost what was cherished, it's like they never had it at all. If they both believe death is the only way, and that they're helpless, they aren't worth my time.
( even a statement like that is meant to make them think about their decisions, but sara's the one in control of their actions — what a visual to explain her inner conflict. )
...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.
They're both weak, but they have the same sort of hope, Chidouin-san.
( he understands where she's coming from, and how normal people usually handle those situations. they want to help the weak, especially the one they don't know all out of pity, but komaeda isn't like that. in a way, he also helped the weak, put them on a path towards a great hope. )
If they're both in that position, have the same hope, not one is stronger than the other. That's how I view this, they're both at their lowest, and it's why they ask that question.
( he doesn't stand, but he looks towards her to see if that answer is fine, his reason for letting them figure out themselves. she calls one weak and the other strong, but their weakness merges together into something unhealthy, and to inflict that on others to choose than to do it themselves...
is it really worth it? )
It was a flawed question from the beginning, have any others?
So your answer is that you don't care, right? Because the hope is the same...
[ He's still talking about the question? Didn't he already say it wasn't worth his time?]
Questions? I don't have any more. That's basically the only thing I've been wondering. Or well, maybe I have more questions, but you probably couldn't answer them. [ She turns back to give Komeada a tight smile. ] I'm not smart enough for any more philosophy. My questions would be something like: Are you going to kill me?
[ Maybe its paranoid, or maybe its just a question of when he's going to try. She just has this conviction, in her heart, that she can't be safe around someone who talks about stepping stones. That type of thinking might be more dangerous then someone who murders for sport.]
Well...just kidding. Making accusations like that isn't very nice of me.
My answer is because I care... Because I love hope, but if they're both showing weakness with the same amount of hope... they remain at an impasse.
( it's as simple as that, because he loves it, he shows his love by helping hope, but if their hope is so inconsequential that they don't see the third path they can take — komaeda can't hold them by the hand. they have to figure this out, and he hates having to give all the answers. )
Despite simple, they're straight to the point.
( he tilts his head, looking up at sara as he mulls over her question. ah, this is a pretty good set up, and he claps his hands together to praise it right after. )
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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Date: 2021-09-05 06:28 pm (UTC)( a riddle like this is too simple, miss blue, and mr. red, both of them asking komaeda how to spend their lives. he's supposed to choose based of what... a request? anyone can ask, anyone can speak, but who will use their hope to their advantage? in the end, it's just a disposable cop out, and even komaeda has his resignations from that sort of pathetic acceptance. )
That's giving up hope, and they've lost what was cherished, it's like they never had it at all. If they both believe death is the only way, and that they're helpless, they aren't worth my time.
( even a statement like that is meant to make them think about their decisions, but sara's the one in control of their actions — what a visual to explain her inner conflict. )
What will they do then?
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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.
[ ... ]
It was nice speaking to you, Komeada-san.
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Date: 2021-09-07 02:17 pm (UTC)( he understands where she's coming from, and how normal people usually handle those situations. they want to help the weak, especially the one they don't know all out of pity, but komaeda isn't like that. in a way, he also helped the weak, put them on a path towards a great hope. )
If they're both in that position, have the same hope, not one is stronger than the other. That's how I view this, they're both at their lowest, and it's why they ask that question.
( he doesn't stand, but he looks towards her to see if that answer is fine, his reason for letting them figure out themselves. she calls one weak and the other strong, but their weakness merges together into something unhealthy, and to inflict that on others to choose than to do it themselves...
is it really worth it? )
It was a flawed question from the beginning, have any others?
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Date: 2021-09-07 11:10 pm (UTC)[ He's still talking about the question? Didn't he already say it wasn't worth his time?]
Questions? I don't have any more. That's basically the only thing I've been wondering. Or well, maybe I have more questions, but you probably couldn't answer them. [ She turns back to give Komeada a tight smile. ] I'm not smart enough for any more philosophy. My questions would be something like: Are you going to kill me?
[ Maybe its paranoid, or maybe its just a question of when he's going to try. She just has this conviction, in her heart, that she can't be safe around someone who talks about stepping stones. That type of thinking might be more dangerous then someone who murders for sport.]
Well...just kidding. Making accusations like that isn't very nice of me.
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Date: 2021-09-09 04:02 pm (UTC)( it's as simple as that, because he loves it, he shows his love by helping hope, but if their hope is so inconsequential that they don't see the third path they can take — komaeda can't hold them by the hand. they have to figure this out, and he hates having to give all the answers. )
Despite simple, they're straight to the point.
( he tilts his head, looking up at sara as he mulls over her question. ah, this is a pretty good set up, and he claps his hands together to praise it right after. )
Who are you, Chidouin-san?
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Date: 2021-09-10 05:44 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2021-09-11 07:45 am (UTC)( 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?