What, do you think she's going to burn the doll to get it to me? I'm not coming back. This time, it's only me, so... You won't see me again after tomorrow.
I know. Wishes can go wrong, and they oughtn't be the only thing we rely on. But if there's even the slightest chance this will work, then I have to try.
[ Oh, million dollar question. He's not sure he can explain it in any way that does his reasons justice, and I sure cannot wrangle words together at 1:30am, so Kano just falls quiet for a moment, before speaking up. ]
...I was scared, maybe. Anxious.
[ Stressed to high hell??? Sometimes anxiety gets the better of you and you just shut off your brain and you have an unfortunately compulsive liar autopilot. ]
Whether I told the truth or a lie, nobody would be able to tell the difference. In that case, what did it matter, when nobody believes in me anyways?
He breathes a laugh, a shuddering breath. It'll be fine. His existence is that he's more of an enigma than a person— whatever happens tomorrow, nobody will have to feel bad that they killed him. They don't know who "he" is, after all, truth and lie mixed and muddied. Like this is fine. ]
It'll be fine. You just gotta pick yourself up and move on— hold your wish close and never forget about why you're fighting so hard. That all you can do, right, "Kasumi"?
Not "Kasumi." Yoshizawa. Kasumi... was my sister. [Unfortunately. Literally none of this is okay, but she starts to move to stand up.] Um... I'll come back to visit you before tomorrow. After I deliver the doll to Benedetto-san. Okay?
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I'll do everything I can, Kano-san. I know Benedetto-san will take great care of it until you're able to do so yourself again.
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What, do you think she's going to burn the doll to get it to me? I'm not coming back. This time, it's only me, so... You won't see me again after tomorrow.
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...It's a nice sentiment, and I hope it works out. But I wouldn't rely so heavily on wishes, if I were you.
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[A pause, and she shifts a little.]
If it's alright, may I ask something before I leave to look for Claude-san?
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shifts a little, too. Being asked permission like this is enough to make anybody nervous. ]
What is it?
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Why did you behave that way when they started to question you?
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...I was scared, maybe. Anxious.
[ Stressed to high hell??? Sometimes anxiety gets the better of you and you just shut off your brain and you have an unfortunately compulsive liar autopilot. ]
Whether I told the truth or a lie, nobody would be able to tell the difference. In that case, what did it matter, when nobody believes in me anyways?
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She sucks in a breath, turning to look at him. Holy fuck. Relatable, but holy fuck.]
... Kano-san... [In a teeny voice. Absolutely horrified.] I am so, so sorry.
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He breathes a laugh, a shuddering breath. It'll be fine. His existence is that he's more of an enigma than a person— whatever happens tomorrow, nobody will have to feel bad that they killed him. They don't know who "he" is, after all, truth and lie mixed and muddied. Like this is fine. ]
It'll be fine. You just gotta pick yourself up and move on— hold your wish close and never forget about why you're fighting so hard. That all you can do, right, "Kasumi"?
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Not "Kasumi." Yoshizawa. Kasumi... was my sister. [Unfortunately. Literally none of this is okay, but she starts to move to stand up.] Um... I'll come back to visit you before tomorrow. After I deliver the doll to Benedetto-san. Okay?
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...sure. I won't be going anywhere.
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... Right. I'll see you later, Kano-san.
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[ When will the graveyard be able to affect the living so Kano can just murder half the people there ]