[ What is with people here feeling the need to loudly point out things that are obviously meant to go by without being commented on? The coy echo of his own words earns a small roll of the eyes (somewhat restrained only because he really doesn't want to waste the energy getting into a full-fledged fight with her right now), and Gen grunts as he further slouches where he leans against the wall. ]
Like any of that's gonna do anything to make you feel better.
[ As if. As if the sorts of hollow platitudes he'd forced himself to offer would do anything to properly ease the trauma of having been on that end of a knife. Though he's endeavored to offer Misa a small olive branch with this conversation, Gen harbors no delusions of being able to truly comfort her with any of what he's saying.
All he was looking for with this exchange was to reach some level of understanding. Mostly for himself, because it bothers him to not have some understanding of the circumstances around him. But also partly for her, if only so he doesn't have to deal with having to live alongside someone treating him with open disdain and fear -- something he'd thought he'd left behind in his hometown.
There's a pause before he gives a small sigh. ]
... what you saw. [ Gen's voice is a lower mutter. it's clearly easier for him to talk about Misa's situation than his own, and there's a clear reluctance to the way he forces himself to speak. ] It's from right before I ended up here. The last thing I remember. So -- there's been a lot else on my mind.
[ A brief pause before he gives an upwards nod, indicating at Misa with a tilt of the chin. ]
You don't have that excuse. You should probably think more about what happened to you. [ It's what Makina would have done, he supposes. (If his world hadn't been obliterated.) ] S'probably what normal people would do after something like that.
[ Maybe it's a good idea. Maybe not. But it just feels ridiculous not to at least point out that Misa's strange for not even considering that option. ]
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Like any of that's gonna do anything to make you feel better.
[ As if. As if the sorts of hollow platitudes he'd forced himself to offer would do anything to properly ease the trauma of having been on that end of a knife. Though he's endeavored to offer Misa a small olive branch with this conversation, Gen harbors no delusions of being able to truly comfort her with any of what he's saying.
All he was looking for with this exchange was to reach some level of understanding. Mostly for himself, because it bothers him to not have some understanding of the circumstances around him. But also partly for her, if only so he doesn't have to deal with having to live alongside someone treating him with open disdain and fear -- something he'd thought he'd left behind in his hometown.
There's a pause before he gives a small sigh. ]
... what you saw. [ Gen's voice is a lower mutter. it's clearly easier for him to talk about Misa's situation than his own, and there's a clear reluctance to the way he forces himself to speak. ] It's from right before I ended up here. The last thing I remember. So -- there's been a lot else on my mind.
[ A brief pause before he gives an upwards nod, indicating at Misa with a tilt of the chin. ]
You don't have that excuse. You should probably think more about what happened to you. [ It's what Makina would have done, he supposes. (If his world hadn't been obliterated.) ] S'probably what normal people would do after something like that.
[ Maybe it's a good idea. Maybe not. But it just feels ridiculous not to at least point out that Misa's strange for not even considering that option. ]