Minakami's not sure what frightens him more, the clear implication of that gesture (and why does his mind try to fill in the gaps, like it was just a scene from some thriller novel or gory detective serial) or the incongruous tranquility on his face. It's as if Kawase had seen his own death, and perhaps he had.
"He did." Even though most of him recoils at learning more about the 'old man' (and now his unknown accomplice), and whatever pitiful future he had come from. Didn't like us very much is such a-- uniquely Kawase way of putting it that, despite him, a pained smile spreads on his lips.
"... It's strange. It feels as if in almost every time and place, you and I are dead, except for this one. Like being the only trees standing after a typhoon." He studies the loose cuffs of his sleeves, the stiff new fabric. "Do you think that's fate?"
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Minakami's not sure what frightens him more, the clear implication of that gesture (and why does his mind try to fill in the gaps, like it was just a scene from some thriller novel or gory detective serial) or the incongruous tranquility on his face. It's as if Kawase had seen his own death, and perhaps he had.
"He did." Even though most of him recoils at learning more about the 'old man' (and now his unknown accomplice), and whatever pitiful future he had come from. Didn't like us very much is such a-- uniquely Kawase way of putting it that, despite him, a pained smile spreads on his lips.
"... It's strange. It feels as if in almost every time and place, you and I are dead, except for this one. Like being the only trees standing after a typhoon." He studies the loose cuffs of his sleeves, the stiff new fabric. "Do you think that's fate?"