...Suppose the resort did - at least on the other side, but there was something wrong with them. "Programmed" oddly, or something. None of them were real.
[ but there are in fact people everywhere here. there are so many elda...
and prinnies. he's eyeing one of them a little wary, fully expecting it to attack or something. nyeh. ] It's...odd.
And you saw the shadows we had in the UG. This one must be an exception. [ the prinnies do not attack, they just waddle along on their business. ] ...In multiple ways. Penguins, really?
[ but of course. memories. and oh, is that anger familiar. personal, even, as he thinks about how it sounds a bit similar to adonis. wanting to destroy the country - and eventually the world - to remake it in their image of a just, fair world. idealistic and foolish at best. dishonest and cruel at worst.
kazuki shakes his head. scoffs, feeling that anger burn hot in his veins as it always does. ]
Promises like that are always built on lies. No world actually works that way.
[ "justice" isn't how the world works. everyone alive will commit some kind of wrongdoing at some point in their life, whether they intend to or not. there’s no way around that. but uncaring “justice” is cruel and serves no one. ]
the first part of this memory is always hard to watch because of its aftermath - he knows that it turned out well, but it might not have. they got so lucky, that junah was on their side, but he nearly blew the plan he'd worked so painstakingly on, the carefully arranged strategy, because louis made him so angry. rewatching it, even knowing what he knows now, still makes him angry. his hands are flexed into fists even as it continues.
and there's a matching, sharp scoff on his end, low and furious, agreeing, even now - he has to take a deep breath to keep himself composed. ]
You're damned right. Those suffering saw him as their saviour, no matter how he'd orchestrated himself into that position; he'd throw away every single one of them, no matter how he promised to save them, if it meant he'd achieve his aims.
...I think maybe it's easy to want something like that - a savior - when it feels like everything around you is against you. But no one person is that perfect. There isn't a single person alive who could be the perfect savior. Believing that someone is is just how things like Adonis come to be, using people's desperation to get what they want.
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I really didn't think any of these places would be occupied, except for us. None of the others mentioned this before.
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...Suppose the resort did - at least on the other side, but there was something wrong with them. "Programmed" oddly, or something. None of them were real.
[ but there are in fact people everywhere here. there are so many elda...
and prinnies. he's eyeing one of them a little wary, fully expecting it to attack or something. nyeh. ] It's...odd.
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And you saw the shadows we had in the UG. This one must be an exception. [ the prinnies do not attack, they just waddle along on their business. ] ...In multiple ways. Penguins, really?
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Right. [ he snorts - brief, amused, a little. ] Suppose it's not that different than a eugief, in the end...
[ our little bat guys. anyway it's saturday now so im gonna just toss you a nice confrontation at the soiree. ]
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I guess not…? Still kind of weird, though.
[ but of course. memories. and oh, is that anger familiar. personal, even, as he thinks about how it sounds a bit similar to adonis. wanting to destroy the country - and eventually the world - to remake it in their image of a just, fair world. idealistic and foolish at best. dishonest and cruel at worst.
kazuki shakes his head. scoffs, feeling that anger burn hot in his veins as it always does. ]
Promises like that are always built on lies. No world actually works that way.
[ "justice" isn't how the world works. everyone alive will commit some kind of wrongdoing at some point in their life, whether they intend to or not. there’s no way around that. but uncaring “justice” is cruel and serves no one. ]
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the first part of this memory is always hard to watch because of its aftermath - he knows that it turned out well, but it might not have. they got so lucky, that junah was on their side, but he nearly blew the plan he'd worked so painstakingly on, the carefully arranged strategy, because louis made him so angry. rewatching it, even knowing what he knows now, still makes him angry. his hands are flexed into fists even as it continues.
and there's a matching, sharp scoff on his end, low and furious, agreeing, even now - he has to take a deep breath to keep himself composed. ]
You're damned right. Those suffering saw him as their saviour, no matter how he'd orchestrated himself into that position; he'd throw away every single one of them, no matter how he promised to save them, if it meant he'd achieve his aims.
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It's fucked up. It always will be.