It does for me, though.... [Said with very little energy since Steven then moves to ignore him. He'll be quiet but he does not go anywhere. After a long moment;]
[Well, now that you mention that, he actually seems to deflate further, because;]
I was right about miss Primrose.... I feel like no one would have listened to me, but I still keep thinking about it. [What if he'd say something? What if people HAD taken him seriously? Could they have actually voted correctly for once? Or would people have even wanted to vote for someone who killed Grell?]
Were you? [ Steven hasn't bothered much with speaking to everyone else, outside of Luca and a little bit of Vlad. He just wasn't in the mood to keep socializing after their deaths. ]
You told me that Primrose was someone you liked. And you were afraid that she would be executed if you'd given her away. [ He just keeps lying there, one arm tucked behind his head, looking back up at the ceiling. ] Sometimes, you make small alliances for the people you care about.
The world... the universes would be a crueller place if everyone was that black and white.
You're dead. [ He says this very flatly. ] I don't know, or don't care if you're the type who's going to hit me with one of those bullshit "I already died though" statements, that doesn't make dying any better.
[ Therefore, you are not "not that worse off". ]
There's little we can do else about it. So find some other emotion to wallow in.
Haha... I won't say that, then. But I meant more that before I came here, I was in jail, essentially. So being trapped here, where I can still have some freedom...
[Reaching out just to vaguely pat at Steven's arm.]
Satoru was imprisoned in a type of supernatural prison before coming here. I don't know if his wish is even remotely related to that incident, since he doesn't seem particularly concerned about it more than just inconvenienced, but still.
I just wish I had gotten to know him better. Even though we spent so much time together... Though I guess a lot of it we were asleep. [I wonder does Steven know about their sleeping arrangements.]
Even if his reasons may have been as shallow as just being attention-seeking and little more than that...
I appreciated him.
[ Arms tucked behind his head, he just crosses his legs and continues to look at the mediocre ceiling. Wondering if Satoru was someone he considered a friend. ]
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[Fukuda says nothing because he's trying to weigh exactly what is acceptable to say to Steven but also his silence definitely says SOMETHING.]
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[ Fukuda. ]
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Why are you here. [ Like, in my room. Leaning on my bed. ]
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[As usual he is not answering the more pressing question.]
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[Said with very little energy since Steven then moves to ignore him. He'll be quiet but he does not go anywhere. After a long moment;]
Are you mad at me?
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No. [ He doesn't have a reason to be mad at Fukuda. ]
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Though I guess if it was something you cared about, at least you would've had some personal satisfaction in knowing you got the right answer.
[ He rolls in the bed a little, turning his back on Fukuda. ] It doesn't matter, it won't bring either of us back.
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I was right about miss Primrose.... I feel like no one would have listened to me, but I still keep thinking about it.
[What if he'd say something? What if people HAD taken him seriously? Could they have actually voted correctly for once? Or would people have even wanted to vote for someone who killed Grell?]
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You told me that Primrose was someone you liked. And you were afraid that she would be executed if you'd given her away. [ He just keeps lying there, one arm tucked behind his head, looking back up at the ceiling. ] Sometimes, you make small alliances for the people you care about.
The world... the universes would be a crueller place if everyone was that black and white.
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[He sighs.]
I'm sad, but I'm really not that worse off than I was before I got here. I'm more sad about everyone else.
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[ Therefore, you are not "not that worse off". ]
There's little we can do else about it. So find some other emotion to wallow in.
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[Reaching out just to vaguely pat at Steven's arm.]
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So like Satoru, you're another one who showed up from imprisonment.
What was your wish for coming here? Freedom?
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What do you mean like him?
[THIS IS!!! FUCKING NEWS TO HIM!!!!]
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Satoru was imprisoned in a type of supernatural prison before coming here. I don't know if his wish is even remotely related to that incident, since he doesn't seem particularly concerned about it more than just inconvenienced, but still.
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[HE FEELS BETRAYED.]
I guess I didn't know him that well after all.
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[SIGHS LIKE A BIG OLD DOG.]
I just wish I had gotten to know him better. Even though we spent so much time together... Though I guess a lot of it we were asleep.
[I wonder does Steven know about their sleeping arrangements.]
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Conversely, I'm sure there's stuff that you spoke about with him that I don't know of. It goes both ways.
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Ah, maybe. That would be nice. He really is an incredible person. The instructions he gave me... Even in the end he was kind to me.
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Even if his reasons may have been as shallow as just being attention-seeking and little more than that...
I appreciated him.
[ Arms tucked behind his head, he just crosses his legs and continues to look at the mediocre ceiling. Wondering if Satoru was someone he considered a friend. ]
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I mean, ultimately, isn't that why we reach out to anyone? Because we want their attention?
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