that's the thing about war. about their different time periods. about all these different contexts and situations that mineo isn't sure that he can always wrap his head around. yuri keeps the names of people he's lost in a book and - and mineo can't be sure if he'd be able to keep going if he lost even more than one. isn't that pathetic?
he looks away for a moment before looking back.]
... yeah. He... He was my inspiration, among... other things.
[ . . . ]
I'm sorry - to intrude on your thoughts, Leclerc-san and.... for not realizing the weight you carry.
[that all of them do - but mineo can't help but feel like.... yuri has so much more than he expected]
[ ... he can almost see the way mineo's head is ticking. or he could take a guess. but he just waves a hand. ]
Loss is loss. Doesn't matter how many or who many, it's a weight nonetheless.
[ his friends, or just people who'd joined his group. people he knew the names and lives of, versus people who he only knew in passing. they're all still important.
but... well. losing someone who inspired you? he can imagine that's hard. ]
It's not like any of us really have a choice in this. If you want to be technical, I barged into your memories first.
[ . . . . he turns that over in his head for a second, but.]
.... I think I can be pretty open, after a while. I could've told you myself, I guess. [even if he's a lot more untrusting than people realize - in part because of that memory. he just can't say for sure that yuri would've trusted him with the same]
It's just another cruelty of this place to take that choice from us, I guess.
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and that's the thing -
that's the thing about war. about their different time periods. about all these different contexts and situations that mineo isn't sure that he can always wrap his head around. yuri keeps the names of people he's lost in a book and - and mineo can't be sure if he'd be able to keep going if he lost even more than one. isn't that pathetic?
he looks away for a moment before looking back.]
... yeah. He... He was my inspiration, among... other things.
[ . . . ]
I'm sorry - to intrude on your thoughts, Leclerc-san and.... for not realizing the weight you carry.
[that all of them do - but mineo can't help but feel like.... yuri has so much more than he expected]
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Loss is loss. Doesn't matter how many or who many, it's a weight nonetheless.
[ his friends, or just people who'd joined his group. people he knew the names and lives of, versus people who he only knew in passing. they're all still important.
but... well. losing someone who inspired you? he can imagine that's hard. ]
It's not like any of us really have a choice in this. If you want to be technical, I barged into your memories first.
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.... I think I can be pretty open, after a while. I could've told you myself, I guess. [even if he's a lot more untrusting than people realize - in part because of that memory. he just can't say for sure that yuri would've trusted him with the same]
It's just another cruelty of this place to take that choice from us, I guess.
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It's taken from you, so who can say if you would or wouldn't.
[ who knows if yuri would or would not have. they can't find out now, that chance has gone. ]
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Well... we know what we know now, right? We've ended up finding out more about each other one way or another.
... do you want me to forget what I saw? Only seems polite to ask.
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[ ... ]
It's fine. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.