[She doesn't know Shinjiro well at all, that's true. Only from the little bit she'd interacted with him, the bits here and there she heard from Akihiko and Mitsuru. Ken, though— she knew better than Shinjiro thought. She might even know him better than Shinjiro. Ken wasn't rejuvenated by Shinjiro's death, he was devastated. He had so much anger built up within him, so much confusion and pain and no outlet for it. Shinjiro had been his outlet, and then he was gone, and while she never heard it in words, it had been clear to her, at least, that Shinjiro's death was ultimately not what he had wanted.
She doesn't shy away from his words, blunt and cold as they are. Doesn't shy away even from the chilling cold around him. She watches him, listens to his words, which are abrasive, but the intent behind them is gentle. He doesn't want her to worry. Not over him, not over his death.
All the more reason she feels like he shouldn't have had to die, really. He says she doesn't know him, but he continues to be kind to her, even if her actions aggravate him. It's like he wants to get mad at her, really, but can't because he realizes this is just the kind of person she is.]
Sorry, I suppose it did come off as a bit of a lecture.
[It doesn't matter anymore... She did suppose what was done was done. Even if it still filled her with sadness, even if she felt largely responsible... Somehow, Shinjiro's reprimanding makes her feel a little better. She didn't think he would be the kind to put blame on her in the first place, but it was nice to hear, all the same. And somehow, with him being here... she felt a little stronger than she did before.
So she nods.]
Okay. I'll try my best not to let it get to me as much.
[Shinjiro really had just been checking up on her, hadn't he? Because she'd cried the first day... Even if he was a very rough around the edges sort of person, he truly cared. And that fills Fuuka with warmth, warming the air around her, as well.]
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Date: 2017-03-17 04:53 am (UTC)She doesn't shy away from his words, blunt and cold as they are. Doesn't shy away even from the chilling cold around him. She watches him, listens to his words, which are abrasive, but the intent behind them is gentle. He doesn't want her to worry. Not over him, not over his death.
All the more reason she feels like he shouldn't have had to die, really. He says she doesn't know him, but he continues to be kind to her, even if her actions aggravate him. It's like he wants to get mad at her, really, but can't because he realizes this is just the kind of person she is.]
Sorry, I suppose it did come off as a bit of a lecture.
[It doesn't matter anymore... She did suppose what was done was done. Even if it still filled her with sadness, even if she felt largely responsible... Somehow, Shinjiro's reprimanding makes her feel a little better. She didn't think he would be the kind to put blame on her in the first place, but it was nice to hear, all the same. And somehow, with him being here... she felt a little stronger than she did before.
So she nods.]
Okay. I'll try my best not to let it get to me as much.
[Shinjiro really had just been checking up on her, hadn't he? Because she'd cried the first day... Even if he was a very rough around the edges sort of person, he truly cared. And that fills Fuuka with warmth, warming the air around her, as well.]
Thank you, senpai.