[Her reaction makes him worry-- not because of what she says. How easy she thinks she could do it, the anger that feels like it's gonna rip you apart from the inside after having to face the world's unfeeling malice, that feeling of something you know isn't you, but knowing it comes from some fucked up place inside you...
For a moment, he feels like he can see too much of himself in her. And he wonders, idly, if that's the way Junko always worked her magic. But that can be set aside, because what worries him most is how much it's twisted her up inside.
He lifts his hands as though to do something when she curls in on herself, though he's-- not really sure what. But when he finally starts moving again, he abandons his coffee on the table, pulling his chair around to sit next to her, instead of across. His hand hangs awkwardly in the air, but-- he slowly brings it down to gently rest on her shoulder, a few tendrils falling close to the same spot without him noticing.]
It's okay. It's the same with any of us... w-with-- me. It's like everything around us wants to beat you down to accept their cruelty. The only way to make them stop was... to make sure they can't do it again.
[Souda's dad. Tsumiki and Kuzuryuu's family. Saionji, Owari... every person that had made them suffer, every cop and politician and authority, every single shred of what was left of Hope's Peak Academy and the world that let them exist.]
At the time, we took it far... but I don't think it's wrong to feel that way. You can f-feel it because you feel so strongly for the ones you care about. I don't think that kind of person is very common.
So I... I get it. Please, don't give yourself grief over wanting to pay back the people that don't even care what happens to you.
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cw: murder, mass violence, references to abuse
Date: 2022-04-30 04:21 am (UTC)[Her reaction makes him worry-- not because of what she says. How easy she thinks she could do it, the anger that feels like it's gonna rip you apart from the inside after having to face the world's unfeeling malice, that feeling of something you know isn't you, but knowing it comes from some fucked up place inside you...
For a moment, he feels like he can see too much of himself in her. And he wonders, idly, if that's the way Junko always worked her magic. But that can be set aside, because what worries him most is how much it's twisted her up inside.
He lifts his hands as though to do something when she curls in on herself, though he's-- not really sure what. But when he finally starts moving again, he abandons his coffee on the table, pulling his chair around to sit next to her, instead of across. His hand hangs awkwardly in the air, but-- he slowly brings it down to gently rest on her shoulder, a few tendrils falling close to the same spot without him noticing.]
It's okay. It's the same with any of us... w-with-- me. It's like everything around us wants to beat you down to accept their cruelty. The only way to make them stop was... to make sure they can't do it again.
[Souda's dad. Tsumiki and Kuzuryuu's family. Saionji, Owari... every person that had made them suffer, every cop and politician and authority, every single shred of what was left of Hope's Peak Academy and the world that let them exist.]
At the time, we took it far... but I don't think it's wrong to feel that way. You can f-feel it because you feel so strongly for the ones you care about. I don't think that kind of person is very common.
So I... I get it. Please, don't give yourself grief over wanting to pay back the people that don't even care what happens to you.