You think me thoughtless. I've had days to ponder thus. [ You talk like an old book when you're mad. Too much Shakespeare, tsk. ] We're not here by choice, but we still have a choice. You, I, even little Gin. We all killed someone.
[ You slump back, your part spent. It hurts to hear it out loud, worse then your headache. You have been thinking about it for days. Three people really, but Kai and Mishima give you enough rope to hang yourself on the way out. ]
So the reason I should risk myself is just to save you... For you are doomed without me and I without you? Hmph.
[ Strangely, there's a moment of quiet. You put your head in your hands and stare at Sou. You look him in the eye like you're assessing him for the first time. What do you really know about Sou Hiyori? ]
Tell me one good thing about yourself. Then maybe I'll do it.
[Thus???? What era are we in??? It's like there's two Alices.]
...
[If there's one thing Shin has managed to achieve, it's something resembling a poker face in response to intense scrutiny and an unnerving stare. He can keep all his sweating internal... most of the time.
He's also flashing back to what feels like a million job interviews. Tell us what you bring to our company, Shin. Tell us how you're useful to us. The resentment and shame is normal.
Anything he reveals here is something he can't later, a tipping of his hand that Franz might be able to use to his advantage. If he makes something up, he might be asked for proof. And even then... there isn't much, is there? He's not strong. He doesn't have Sara's almost supernatural influence. The secrets he managed to glean from that dark room are right out. He's not even a good person, is Sou. There's his work with computers, but that's about it, and it might be weird how a jobhopper knows that. He's weak, the underdog. But it's clear Franz isn't going to budge without something. Getting caught in an impasse like this...
His desperate rummaging through his own mind stumbles upon a dusty box.]
Well... I'm a pretty good swimmer.
[He used to be really proud of it; the one kind of physical exercise he could not only do, but could do well in. He can't remember when or why he stopped. It's painful to think about now. And not actually all that helpful, he's silently kicking himself.]
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Date: 2024-03-08 08:19 am (UTC)[ You could just say yes. ]
You think me thoughtless. I've had days to ponder thus. [ You talk like an old book when you're mad. Too much Shakespeare, tsk. ] We're not here by choice, but we still have a choice. You, I, even little Gin. We all killed someone.
[ You slump back, your part spent. It hurts to hear it out loud, worse then your headache. You have been thinking about it for days. Three people really, but Kai and Mishima give you enough rope to hang yourself on the way out. ]
So the reason I should risk myself is just to save you... For you are doomed without me and I without you? Hmph.
[ Strangely, there's a moment of quiet. You put your head in your hands and stare at Sou. You look him in the eye like you're assessing him for the first time. What do you really know about Sou Hiyori? ]
Tell me one good thing about yourself. Then maybe I'll do it.
hand in insufferable hand
Date: 2024-03-08 10:07 am (UTC)...
[If there's one thing Shin has managed to achieve, it's something resembling a poker face in response to intense scrutiny and an unnerving stare. He can keep all his sweating internal... most of the time.
He's also flashing back to what feels like a million job interviews. Tell us what you bring to our company, Shin. Tell us how you're useful to us. The resentment and shame is normal.
Anything he reveals here is something he can't later, a tipping of his hand that Franz might be able to use to his advantage. If he makes something up, he might be asked for proof. And even then... there isn't much, is there? He's not strong. He doesn't have Sara's almost supernatural influence. The secrets he managed to glean from that dark room are right out. He's not even a good person, is Sou. There's his work with computers, but that's about it, and it might be weird how a jobhopper knows that. He's weak, the underdog. But it's clear Franz isn't going to budge without something. Getting caught in an impasse like this...
His desperate rummaging through his own mind stumbles upon a dusty box.]
Well... I'm a pretty good swimmer.
[He used to be really proud of it; the one kind of physical exercise he could not only do, but could do well in. He can't remember when or why he stopped. It's painful to think about now. And not actually all that helpful, he's silently kicking himself.]