"But that's when you feel most alive-!" Manami smiles, but after just a moment his smile looks somehow just a bit graver.
"The feeling of being close to death... Close is enough. I'm not afraid of that, exactly, but I don't want to find out yet, either." And with that the smile falls from his face and he looks out over the waves.
Kupandoru-san is older than he is, and an actual warrior too. She will probably do something in that battle that's coming. Manami ... won't.
Absently he takes his crystal out of his breast pocket. Long and thin, it reminds him of a feather. He runs a finger down the edge of it, thinking and trying to not think.
"Kupandoru-san..." Fukutomi-san, the shared dream, the discussion afterwards... "Did you hear it? That the Heroes carry part of the Calamity with them? That they are summoned, sacrificed, and summoned again?" He doesn't want to think about it, but he can't stop being faced with it- he rambles on.
"The Heroes when they die, the planet keeps them- the ... ones who look like- who nearly are the people we know." He shakes his head. "I don't want to be trapped by this planet like that. I can't think of anything good about that. Even if the soul is in two places at once." Zelda-san had tried to explain it to him, but it still felt too 'off' to him. The finger running along the edge of the crystal pauses.
"Can we do anything that hasn't been done before? Can we sacrifice ourselves in a way that changes what happens from now on?" He grips the crystal, his posture tense as if he's about to smash it to the deck in an effort to break it. But it's only for the blink of an eye- he is back to being draped over the railing so languidly you might have thought it your imagination but for the way his eyes are tight as he looks at the crystal in his fist.
He then laughs, but it's a hollow sound given what he's trying to laugh off.
"Juuust kidding, just kidding, never mind, right?"
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"The feeling of being close to death... Close is enough. I'm not afraid of that, exactly, but I don't want to find out yet, either." And with that the smile falls from his face and he looks out over the waves.
Kupandoru-san is older than he is, and an actual warrior too. She will probably do something in that battle that's coming.
Manami ... won't.
Absently he takes his crystal out of his breast pocket. Long and thin, it reminds him of a feather. He runs a finger down the edge of it, thinking and trying to not think.
"Kupandoru-san..." Fukutomi-san, the shared dream, the discussion afterwards...
"Did you hear it? That the Heroes carry part of the Calamity with them? That they are summoned, sacrificed, and summoned again?" He doesn't want to think about it, but he can't stop being faced with it- he rambles on.
"The Heroes when they die, the planet keeps them- the ... ones who look like- who nearly are the people we know." He shakes his head. "I don't want to be trapped by this planet like that. I can't think of anything good about that. Even if the soul is in two places at once." Zelda-san had tried to explain it to him, but it still felt too 'off' to him. The finger running along the edge of the crystal pauses.
"Can we do anything that hasn't been done before? Can we sacrifice ourselves in a way that changes what happens from now on?" He grips the crystal, his posture tense as if he's about to smash it to the deck in an effort to break it. But it's only for the blink of an eye- he is back to being draped over the railing so languidly you might have thought it your imagination but for the way his eyes are tight as he looks at the crystal in his fist.
He then laughs, but it's a hollow sound given what he's trying to laugh off.
"Juuust kidding, just kidding, never mind, right?"