[That first response piques his interest; for all his info-gathering, he didn't really know what effects the "rebellion" had (if it could even be called that; seemed like a pretty weak rebellion in his opinion).]
I'm not sure I've noticed things getting any less glamorous. The resort seems as tacky as ever to me. Places haven't started to rot and fall apart again, have they? The last thing I want is for our suites to rot.
[Then it might just be time to put a stop to Clubs. The enemy of your enemy isn't always your friend. Sometimes everyone's just terrible!
Which ties into the rest of their conversation. She brings up the issue of the murderer's motive and his shoulders sag, his stomach churning with disgust when he thinks back to what Esikko told him.]
I don't know about a motive. All I know is the killer must be horribly depraved, since the crime sounded absolutely disgusting. Someone no longer fit to call themselves human.
[He won't get into the details about what precisely was so disgusting. She'd be happier not knowing, surely.
So would he, of course, though he's not completely sheltered. Things like violence and criminal networks exist even in his world (thanks Akira). That Gatekeeper guy who hijacked SS was some overseas mafia boss, wasn't he? And then there's that unit called Double Face, which exists to resolve problems in the underworld. These things wouldn't be part of his ideal world, but they do exist, much to his disgust.
He's not hopelessly naive. His tone is measured as he responds to her last words.]
You're not wrong, of course. But even in my world, you hear about killings and other things on the news sometimes. And that's with the threat of jail looming over people's heads. In this place, no one needs a clean reputation, and the "jail" is just a place where you can play games all day. And then there are those suit effects, and that Springtime game that encouraged people to hunt "rabbits"... It's like they want us to hurt each other. Though I don't think that's all they want.
[He trails off, pausing for a moment, remembering Jin Mingming's words. Then he seems to realize something.]
Whether we embrace or kill each other, we might be "changing our fate" either way. And that's supposedly what gives them energy.
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[That first response piques his interest; for all his info-gathering, he didn't really know what effects the "rebellion" had (if it could even be called that; seemed like a pretty weak rebellion in his opinion).]
I'm not sure I've noticed things getting any less glamorous. The resort seems as tacky as ever to me. Places haven't started to rot and fall apart again, have they? The last thing I want is for our suites to rot.
[Then it might just be time to put a stop to Clubs. The enemy of your enemy isn't always your friend. Sometimes everyone's just terrible!
Which ties into the rest of their conversation. She brings up the issue of the murderer's motive and his shoulders sag, his stomach churning with disgust when he thinks back to what Esikko told him.]
I don't know about a motive. All I know is the killer must be horribly depraved, since the crime sounded absolutely disgusting. Someone no longer fit to call themselves human.
[He won't get into the details about what precisely was so disgusting. She'd be happier not knowing, surely.
So would he, of course, though he's not completely sheltered. Things like violence and criminal networks exist even in his world (thanks Akira). That Gatekeeper guy who hijacked SS was some overseas mafia boss, wasn't he? And then there's that unit called Double Face, which exists to resolve problems in the underworld. These things wouldn't be part of his ideal world, but they do exist, much to his disgust.
He's not hopelessly naive. His tone is measured as he responds to her last words.]
You're not wrong, of course. But even in my world, you hear about killings and other things on the news sometimes. And that's with the threat of jail looming over people's heads. In this place, no one needs a clean reputation, and the "jail" is just a place where you can play games all day. And then there are those suit effects, and that Springtime game that encouraged people to hunt "rabbits"... It's like they want us to hurt each other. Though I don't think that's all they want.
[He trails off, pausing for a moment, remembering Jin Mingming's words. Then he seems to realize something.]
Whether we embrace or kill each other, we might be "changing our fate" either way. And that's supposedly what gives them energy.