HE'S GOT HIS WHITEBOARD AND STRING AND HE'S STICKING TO IT.
"Don't even joke." Thanks for reminding him that all of the AI have backups and that Midori is probably still out there, in the metaphorical vents. The poetic catharsis of the Banquet is all he has (that's a lie, he has nothing).
Sou reaches for his beanie and pulls it down towards his face with both hands. What is she doing? What she always does, he thinks. He's starting to think it's not even on purpose, and somehow that stings worst of all. He barks out a short, humorless laugh.
"I'm surprised you can sleep after such a thing, Miss Sara." Translation: no he has not because he hasn't slept at all since Kanna died. Double translation: This doesn't mean he hasn't seen her.
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Date: 2021-07-01 05:24 am (UTC)"Don't even joke." Thanks for reminding him that all of the AI have backups and that Midori is probably still out there, in the metaphorical vents. The poetic catharsis of the Banquet is all he has (that's a lie, he has nothing).
Sou reaches for his beanie and pulls it down towards his face with both hands. What is she doing? What she always does, he thinks. He's starting to think it's not even on purpose, and somehow that stings worst of all. He barks out a short, humorless laugh.
"I'm surprised you can sleep after such a thing, Miss Sara." Translation: no he has not because he hasn't slept at all since Kanna died. Double translation: This doesn't mean he hasn't seen her.