Mm. It did. [ fei du glances down at his cup, and then... eventually, he acquiesces just a little, expression going softer. ] ... I got along very well with the both of them, really. Rin, too.
[ he nods softly, working through the words. his own expression betrays everything. it breaks a little with a twitch. ]
It wasn't easy... [ he's glad it was fast, that's all he has to say. but he hates a lot of parts of this, all moving. ] ... and what they said. It's stuck with me.
[ he frowns down at the cup, for a moment, expression inscrutable. ]
... What D said at the end was something I'd heard him say before. Something his father said to him. Something he didn't want to be. [ and boy does that just stick with fei du, in a way that he will likely never be able to shake. it was so familiar. ]
[ man. he watches him for a while before speaking. ]
Yeah. I remember... that he lost hope. [ like his father. and while eiden only has that moment in the execution to recall, it's painfully straightforward. he doesn't remember interacting with d poorly, he enjoyed his time with him.
but he can't forgive what happened. he won't. ]
It's terrifying.
[ eiden made a promise a long time ago about his unhappiness. he clings to it now, but he's afraid. to lose hope. but he just takes a sip before his mouth can properly frown or wobble. ]
In a way, it's not surprising - if only because a place like this is designed to push people to their limits, psychologically. The rules and temptations, the game itself, are all meant to make people snap.
[ so of course, people snap. so of course, someone like d lost himself.
his hand tightens a little around his coffee cup, and he takes a sip, finally, letting it sit in his nauseous stomach. ]
The question becomes, every time, how far someone is willing to go.
[ he looks downwards, reaching into his jacket briefly to just place a hand in there. he doesn't move, looking downwards with his brow kind of drawn tightly. ]
They even encouraged people not to do "the bare minimum." Wonder if that was a way for them to stoke the fire. [ make people a little more paranoid. ]
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Well, I can assure you, there's nothing to worry about, but it's very kind of you to.
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Mm. [ he does not feel assured, but he lets it go, instead gazing outwards. ] I just know it sucked to watch that, that's all...
[ he looks down at his own cup. ]
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Mm. It did. [ fei du glances down at his cup, and then... eventually, he acquiesces just a little, expression going softer. ] ... I got along very well with the both of them, really. Rin, too.
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It wasn't easy... [ he's glad it was fast, that's all he has to say. but he hates a lot of parts of this, all moving. ] ... and what they said. It's stuck with me.
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[ he frowns down at the cup, for a moment, expression inscrutable. ]
... What D said at the end was something I'd heard him say before. Something his father said to him. Something he didn't want to be. [ and boy does that just stick with fei du, in a way that he will likely never be able to shake. it was so familiar. ]
And he became it.
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Yeah. I remember... that he lost hope. [ like his father. and while eiden only has that moment in the execution to recall, it's painfully straightforward. he doesn't remember interacting with d poorly, he enjoyed his time with him.
but he can't forgive what happened. he won't. ]
It's terrifying.
[ eiden made a promise a long time ago about his unhappiness. he clings to it now, but he's afraid. to lose hope. but he just takes a sip before his mouth can properly frown or wobble. ]
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[ so of course, people snap. so of course, someone like d lost himself.
his hand tightens a little around his coffee cup, and he takes a sip, finally, letting it sit in his nauseous stomach. ]
The question becomes, every time, how far someone is willing to go.
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[ he looks downwards, reaching into his jacket briefly to just place a hand in there. he doesn't move, looking downwards with his brow kind of drawn tightly. ]
They even encouraged people not to do "the bare minimum." Wonder if that was a way for them to stoke the fire. [ make people a little more paranoid. ]