Harry Du Bois. He's... [ He does not want to be cruel to his poor partner. He likes him quite a bit, actually, and thinks very highly of him. He also feels that it would be a terrible dereliction of duty for him to give off the impression that he's as stable as Kim is. ] ...something of an eccentric but rest assured he's a very capable detective.
[ He'll let her fill in the blanks there. He does, however, look a little surprised at Aerith's next question. ]
Why did I join? I don't think anyone's asked me that before. [ Hands clasped safely at the small of his back, Kim subtly casts his gaze to the sky, considering how to answer. There are many reasons he could cite, and they would all be correct. That he was a young man trapped in a series of dead-end jobs, hungry for a career. That he'd consumed a perhaps unwise amount of Vespertine cop radio dramas in his late teens, mainly because of their spirited use of car chases and their subsequent crashes. ]
The police force where I am from, the RCM, was established when I was a teenager, [ he explains instead. ] Before then, things were not good -- very violent, very unstable. When the RCM came around, things got better.
[ Now that Kim's an adult, he can see that that was not necessarily because of the RCM, though he likes to hold onto the thought that it did some good; it's because of economic prosperity and foreign interests, because of the fact that the old radicals were dying off, because of the fact that further civil war was untenable. But a young Kim had thought it was a good thing, that when somebody found a dead body, at least there was someone whose job it was to take it away. ]
In light of that, joining the RCM seemed as good a career goal as any. What is it that you do?
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[ He'll let her fill in the blanks there. He does, however, look a little surprised at Aerith's next question. ]
Why did I join? I don't think anyone's asked me that before. [ Hands clasped safely at the small of his back, Kim subtly casts his gaze to the sky, considering how to answer. There are many reasons he could cite, and they would all be correct. That he was a young man trapped in a series of dead-end jobs, hungry for a career. That he'd consumed a perhaps unwise amount of Vespertine cop radio dramas in his late teens, mainly because of their spirited use of car chases and their subsequent crashes. ]
The police force where I am from, the RCM, was established when I was a teenager, [ he explains instead. ] Before then, things were not good -- very violent, very unstable. When the RCM came around, things got better.
[ Now that Kim's an adult, he can see that that was not necessarily because of the RCM, though he likes to hold onto the thought that it did some good; it's because of economic prosperity and foreign interests, because of the fact that the old radicals were dying off, because of the fact that further civil war was untenable. But a young Kim had thought it was a good thing, that when somebody found a dead body, at least there was someone whose job it was to take it away. ]
In light of that, joining the RCM seemed as good a career goal as any. What is it that you do?