[ His words are edged with the start of a breathy laugh, almost disbelieving, but could he be blamed for it? A crazy stalker finally tracking down his target, some cutesy celebrity, and threatening to kill her then himself, only to keel over of a heart attack. It sounds like something from a shitty B-tier drama, or maybe one of those daytime talkshows about unbelievable internet legends.
But no, she's serious, isn't she. Her tone of voice and demeanor are far too blunt and subdued for this to be some sort of shitty joke. Gen stares at her with brow furrowed dubiously for a moment before speaking flatly. ]
... yeah it was different.
[ It's a good thing she acknowledged that. Now knowing the details of what exactly had happened to her, he would've been really pissed had she maintained the impression that his motivations had been at all similar to those of her stalker. That's not really his main focus at the moment, though.
At the time, he'd been too distraught to think much about how the situation might have seemed from Makina's point of view, and after ending up here, he'd simply avoided thinking about the subject at all. Had willed himself not to dwell on it. Even more than what Misa says, the change in her demeanor as she discusses the subject and the lingering, pallid color of her face speak volumes about what being on that end of the knife must have felt like. His and Makina's relationship had ultimately been one of mutual benefit and opportunity, rather than any genuine sense of lifelong attachment, but still ... it's not like he'd ever wanted to scar her, especially not with this sort of quiet, subdued pain that Misa is showing hints of now.
He'd been thinking quietly for a moment, staring past Misa out her window, but Gen gives a slow exhale. Looks to her once more as he shifts his weight on his feet; for better or for worse, at least he's managed to clear up his thoughts a bit, and it helps him keep his words calm when he speaks again. ]
It worked out for you though, didn't it. If the guy dropped dead. S'good. [ 'It's good that you lived.' ] And s'not like you gotta worry about anything exactly like that ever happening again here, with how the folks treat us like gods, so ... at least there's that.
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[ His words are edged with the start of a breathy laugh, almost disbelieving, but could he be blamed for it? A crazy stalker finally tracking down his target, some cutesy celebrity, and threatening to kill her then himself, only to keel over of a heart attack. It sounds like something from a shitty B-tier drama, or maybe one of those daytime talkshows about unbelievable internet legends.
But no, she's serious, isn't she. Her tone of voice and demeanor are far too blunt and subdued for this to be some sort of shitty joke. Gen stares at her with brow furrowed dubiously for a moment before speaking flatly. ]
... yeah it was different.
[ It's a good thing she acknowledged that. Now knowing the details of what exactly had happened to her, he would've been really pissed had she maintained the impression that his motivations had been at all similar to those of her stalker. That's not really his main focus at the moment, though.
At the time, he'd been too distraught to think much about how the situation might have seemed from Makina's point of view, and after ending up here, he'd simply avoided thinking about the subject at all. Had willed himself not to dwell on it. Even more than what Misa says, the change in her demeanor as she discusses the subject and the lingering, pallid color of her face speak volumes about what being on that end of the knife must have felt like. His and Makina's relationship had ultimately been one of mutual benefit and opportunity, rather than any genuine sense of lifelong attachment, but still ... it's not like he'd ever wanted to scar her, especially not with this sort of quiet, subdued pain that Misa is showing hints of now.
He'd been thinking quietly for a moment, staring past Misa out her window, but Gen gives a slow exhale. Looks to her once more as he shifts his weight on his feet; for better or for worse, at least he's managed to clear up his thoughts a bit, and it helps him keep his words calm when he speaks again. ]
It worked out for you though, didn't it. If the guy dropped dead. S'good. [ 'It's good that you lived.' ] And s'not like you gotta worry about anything exactly like that ever happening again here, with how the folks treat us like gods, so ... at least there's that.