[Eventually, though, when Fuuka moved to sit down, Shinji flopped down across from her. His face darkening considerably as she continued, and that lightning behind him died down to a small rumbling.
He was only partly paying attention, in terms of Ryoji - something about Nyx. Parts of him in leader, a choice between living with memories or killing Ryoji to have an easy death. More Persona bullshit that he couldn't quite understand because, as much as Fuuka did her best to explain, there was still a lot of questions.
Questions he didn't truthfully want answers to, because he knew it wasn't worth asking. But he could tell, as much as he was personally finding it difficult and hard to understand - Fuuka was the one that had to live through it all.
Something that settled in his mind, making his expression shift into one of solemn acceptance, as he finally let his eyes drift from where'd they been fixated on the table. Frowning, when Fuuka finally revealed what their leader had to do - and what he had to give up, in exchange for the rest of them to continue living peacefully.
It was fitting, in a way. The type of person he was, and though there was an obvious flicker of saddness at the news, Shinji couldn't help but feel a wave of respect that finally caused the cloud to mellow into quiet snowfall again.]
I'm sorry, Yamagishi. I didn't realize how much - I wish I had asked sooner, but after what happened I couldn't - [He stops, when noticing he was just kind of speaking in broken thoughts, and just gives a sigh. His hand already moving to rest against his forehead while he tried to process any of that.]
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He was only partly paying attention, in terms of Ryoji - something about Nyx. Parts of him in leader, a choice between living with memories or killing Ryoji to have an easy death. More Persona bullshit that he couldn't quite understand because, as much as Fuuka did her best to explain, there was still a lot of questions.
Questions he didn't truthfully want answers to, because he knew it wasn't worth asking. But he could tell, as much as he was personally finding it difficult and hard to understand - Fuuka was the one that had to live through it all.
Something that settled in his mind, making his expression shift into one of solemn acceptance, as he finally let his eyes drift from where'd they been fixated on the table. Frowning, when Fuuka finally revealed what their leader had to do - and what he had to give up, in exchange for the rest of them to continue living peacefully.
It was fitting, in a way. The type of person he was, and though there was an obvious flicker of saddness at the news, Shinji couldn't help but feel a wave of respect that finally caused the cloud to mellow into quiet snowfall again.]
I'm sorry, Yamagishi. I didn't realize how much - I wish I had asked sooner, but after what happened I couldn't - [He stops, when noticing he was just kind of speaking in broken thoughts, and just gives a sigh. His hand already moving to rest against his forehead while he tried to process any of that.]
... Tch. What a fucking mess.