[He's in the restaurant, leaning his head into his hands. When Akira approaches, he looks up, showing an expression that is equal parts tired and sad.]
[if it's monsters they're dealing with, would the monsters have been able to sneak out on their own even if they were amidst a group? especially considering that weirdly unnatural sleep that hit right at midnight. . .]
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...Sure. What is it?
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Well-- first things are first.
Are you okay?
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[He's not okay, that's for certain. He failed to protect anyone, just like at the camp. It's the worst thing that could have happened.]
I'm angry, mostly.
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Me too.
[responding in an event tone, and while his hands are currently dipped into his pockets, they curl into white-knuckled fists]
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Would that have even worked?
[if it's monsters they're dealing with, would the monsters have been able to sneak out on their own even if they were amidst a group? especially considering that weirdly unnatural sleep that hit right at midnight. . .]
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[won't even deny that much]
But everyone is so scattered and distrustful.
[not that he can blame them. Akira, too, is holding himself at a distance. he did, after all, only hole up with Minato and Makoto the night before]
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[He didn't intend to say it like it's an inevitability, but it just slips out. It's not like he can convince himself otherwise.]
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Basic human nature and survival instincts. Frame it as a game of "us versus them," and everyone will subconsciously play along.
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[It sucks.]
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[jerks a thumb at the roof as though he's illustrating his point]
Undoubtedly, that's what they want from us.