[ Yuji had been deliberately ignoring the flowers - he didn't want any more reminders of his own negative self-worth, thanks - but he tries to focus on them a little more now. Liar, lying, he doesn't understand that Getou might be lying about, but that does ease some of the tension. Or is he the liar, lying to himself? His mind goes back to all the times he's called himself an idiot, and he sighs.
This kind of thing keeps happening. He finds enemies, and he fights them, and something new emerges that twists his perception of what this world is about. He recognises, at least, that they're all a little less dangerous here than they might be at home, their powers stripped from him, and he thinks even without his cursed energy he's probably still strong enough to fight a man with one arm.
Probably.
Narrowing his eyes, he slowly steps closer, settling down on the bench as far away from Getou as possible. He's still on edge, absolutely so, but at least he's given in to one of the whims. ]
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This kind of thing keeps happening. He finds enemies, and he fights them, and something new emerges that twists his perception of what this world is about. He recognises, at least, that they're all a little less dangerous here than they might be at home, their powers stripped from him, and he thinks even without his cursed energy he's probably still strong enough to fight a man with one arm.
Probably.
Narrowing his eyes, he slowly steps closer, settling down on the bench as far away from Getou as possible. He's still on edge, absolutely so, but at least he's given in to one of the whims. ]
I want them to shut up. They're annoying.
[ Petulant, like the child he is. ]