[ returns from the hell of migraines. i also don't feel great.
there's a very slight smile at the comment, though it falls off his face when he brings up nathalie again. calmer than earlier, definitely, but no longer mad? absolutely not. ]
...For all the good that did, yeah. [ by which he means it did very little good. ] You?
If it makes you feel better, neither did I. [ and he had plenty to say during!!! ] It seems like she was tricked, somehow. Doesn't make it any better. Almost makes it worse.
[ he says, voice rough and low, and he looks out into the horizon, moving the tea bottle from hand to hand just for something to do. strohl bonds hard - he's loyal, doggedly so for the right person. vi was like him. sometimes you just click. flurry did crimes against me this game.
and it's true, he'd be devastated - inconsolable if hulkenberg died, likely. but... ]
Doesn't matter, though. [ a little softer. ] 's what Sancouer said that I find unconscionable above all.
[She said a lot of things, hysterically, and then there was blood and chaos and it was a huge crazy horrible blur, but he thinks he remembers that much.]
The idea that their lives were a justifiable price for it.
[ thinking about it makes him angry again, and he squeezes the bottle tighter in his hands, plastic crinkling, voice sharp. ]
... Seven years ago, my village, my bloodline, my family, was destroyed by a human - the monsters I spoke of before. My parents stayed behind and called for help for the military, but none came, no matter how much they tried. And the reason the general in charge gave the order to ignore the cries for help? He felt an - [ here, his voice picks up venom: ] adequately dramatic demonstration of the threat that humans were was needed. That perhaps the King and those in power would be spurred into action if they saw the horror a human could commit. Not in a tragic accident. An orchestrated, purposeful devastation.
Halia and all of her people burned because someone thought it was for the greater good. Or rather, someone believed their lives were worth his cause.
[The way I kept trying to respond to this tag but stupid graveyard shenanigans kept happening. WRESTS MY SANITY BACK BEFORE I DIVE BACK TO PARTY TAGS
Sasaki, for his part, listens quietly. It's so incredibly far removed from anything he's ever been through--but that doesn't mean he can't be empathetic. There's something very sad, he thinks, about knowing wars and conflicts seem to be a common feature across worlds. All that power beyond imagination, and still...]
I'm sorry. [Sincerely.] I can't even imagine what that must feel like.
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there's a very slight smile at the comment, though it falls off his face when he brings up nathalie again. calmer than earlier, definitely, but no longer mad? absolutely not. ]
...For all the good that did, yeah. [ by which he means it did very little good. ] You?
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Sasaki does the useless teenager shrug.]
Kind of. I didn't really know what to say.
[He is. So far out of his depth.]
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If it makes you feel better, neither did I. [ and he had plenty to say during!!! ] It seems like she was tricked, somehow. Doesn't make it any better. Almost makes it worse.
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Did you know Vi before? Or--any of them.
[Since, well--everyone was upset, but Strohl clearly took it extremely hard. Sasaki's observant enough to know a personal hurt when he sees one.]
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[ he says, voice rough and low, and he looks out into the horizon, moving the tea bottle from hand to hand just for something to do. strohl bonds hard - he's loyal, doggedly so for the right person. vi was like him. sometimes you just click. flurry did crimes against me this game.
and it's true, he'd be devastated - inconsolable if hulkenberg died, likely. but... ]
Doesn't matter, though. [ a little softer. ] 's what Sancouer said that I find unconscionable above all.
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[She said a lot of things, hysterically, and then there was blood and chaos and it was a huge crazy horrible blur, but he thinks he remembers that much.]
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[ thinking about it makes him angry again, and he squeezes the bottle tighter in his hands, plastic crinkling, voice sharp. ]
... Seven years ago, my village, my bloodline, my family, was destroyed by a human - the monsters I spoke of before. My parents stayed behind and called for help for the military, but none came, no matter how much they tried. And the reason the general in charge gave the order to ignore the cries for help? He felt an - [ here, his voice picks up venom: ] adequately dramatic demonstration of the threat that humans were was needed. That perhaps the King and those in power would be spurred into action if they saw the horror a human could commit. Not in a tragic accident. An orchestrated, purposeful devastation.
Halia and all of her people burned because someone thought it was for the greater good. Or rather, someone believed their lives were worth his cause.
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Sasaki, for his part, listens quietly. It's so incredibly far removed from anything he's ever been through--but that doesn't mean he can't be empathetic. There's something very sad, he thinks, about knowing wars and conflicts seem to be a common feature across worlds. All that power beyond imagination, and still...]
I'm sorry. [Sincerely.] I can't even imagine what that must feel like.