I offered. She tried to talk me out of goin', even. It wasn't her fault.
[Kim tries to sidestep around any potential defensiveness on Shinjiro's part, but there's still a note of it in his response, almost too quick. It doesn't come with immediate retreat, at least; Shinjiro doesn't seem angry about it as much as he seems lost -- he hadn't anticipated it would affect him like this, with a faint tremor in the line of his shoulders even now. He hadn't been thrilled with the idea, of course, but he'd assumed it would be something he could handle. It's not as though Amada's mother is the only dead body he's ever seen in his life; dead junkies, homeless people, and criminals weren't exactly uncommon, in the sketchier parts of Iwatodai.
Then again, he hadn't been prepared to see her get her skull crushed in like that, either. He'd expected something clean, easy like a stabbing or a bullet, and the visceral horror waits for him right behind his eyelids, as though etched there by fire.]
But yeah, there were others. Bunch of people wanted to see the proof, I guess.
[For his own part, he just didn't want to be a coward and look away, knowing it was happening.]
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Date: 2023-08-17 10:49 am (UTC)[Kim tries to sidestep around any potential defensiveness on Shinjiro's part, but there's still a note of it in his response, almost too quick. It doesn't come with immediate retreat, at least; Shinjiro doesn't seem angry about it as much as he seems lost -- he hadn't anticipated it would affect him like this, with a faint tremor in the line of his shoulders even now. He hadn't been thrilled with the idea, of course, but he'd assumed it would be something he could handle. It's not as though Amada's mother is the only dead body he's ever seen in his life; dead junkies, homeless people, and criminals weren't exactly uncommon, in the sketchier parts of Iwatodai.
Then again, he hadn't been prepared to see her get her skull crushed in like that, either. He'd expected something clean, easy like a stabbing or a bullet, and the visceral horror waits for him right behind his eyelids, as though etched there by fire.]
But yeah, there were others. Bunch of people wanted to see the proof, I guess.
[For his own part, he just didn't want to be a coward and look away, knowing it was happening.]