[ Rokurou sits up straighter when Kaneki's eye turns shades. Curious, he tilts his head and observes, intrigued. All the earlier questions make sense with context; another nonhuman, ah?
It is rude to start too much, so he soon reclines back again, no longer so observant. It's odd to see someone with a similar affliction—he has never come across another daemon with a single red eye. ]
I get it, I became a daemon three years ago. We're pretty alike, huh?
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[ Rokurou sits up straighter when Kaneki's eye turns shades. Curious, he tilts his head and observes, intrigued. All the earlier questions make sense with context; another nonhuman, ah?
It is rude to start too much, so he soon reclines back again, no longer so observant. It's odd to see someone with a similar affliction—he has never come across another daemon with a single red eye. ]
I get it, I became a daemon three years ago. We're pretty alike, huh?