[ People always chance uncertainties. For Ryo, though he was not aware of it, he'd always found a certain comfort in the consistency of fact. If not fact, then the ability to question it and reassess it. He'd laid out endless theories on humanity before, only to tear them apart from the ground up. There'd been no reason to suspect there were rabbits on the moon, because he knew that was something parents told their children. It was lore, a means to explain the world when the world was still young and humans had no means to untangle the complex web of why nature worked as it does.
But, Akira might not be wrong. For all of Akira's emotional brilliance, Ryo was a faint match struck in the dark. He'd always rejected holding his own vulnerable heart in his hands, knowing without knowing what was contained within. Yet, Akira's heart was for the world to survey and to judge. And Ryo could not comprehend how one could manage the strength to be put on such display at all. ]
Humans always fight for survival. Politics, religion, wealth — that battle isn't solely waged with teeth and claws, Akira. [ He may or may not have gone cross-eyed trying to follow Akira's hand. He crinkles his nose up in a wince reflex as Akira flicks him, only to raise a hand to rub the spot gently with his fingertips, mouth dipping into a smaller (and poorly kept) frown. Still, he maintains his current position with no more than a faint exhalation, less of a sigh and more a measure of something else. ] Even before the "demon invasion."
[ He watches Akira stretch with with lazy observance, his hand lowering again to his lap after a moment's thought. It seems so long since they were able to have a conversation like this at all. The world had torn away any decent opportunity of it alongside their nights and days. It was an ever present reality now, one that they carried the sole burden of.
He lifts his eyebrows minutely. ]
That's unlikely too. Many documentaries are too biased to enjoy. [ It's like Akira to pick up on the core of his joke, as much as he's certain Akira will pick up on it here. While that statement is objectively true, Akira knows him well enough to know he'd likely sit quietly through the majority, only to spear any such inconsistencies at length later. ] You may be better off taking a gamble.
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But, Akira might not be wrong. For all of Akira's emotional brilliance, Ryo was a faint match struck in the dark. He'd always rejected holding his own vulnerable heart in his hands, knowing without knowing what was contained within. Yet, Akira's heart was for the world to survey and to judge. And Ryo could not comprehend how one could manage the strength to be put on such display at all. ]
Humans always fight for survival. Politics, religion, wealth — that battle isn't solely waged with teeth and claws, Akira. [ He may or may not have gone cross-eyed trying to follow Akira's hand. He crinkles his nose up in a wince reflex as Akira flicks him, only to raise a hand to rub the spot gently with his fingertips, mouth dipping into a smaller (and poorly kept) frown. Still, he maintains his current position with no more than a faint exhalation, less of a sigh and more a measure of something else. ] Even before the "demon invasion."
[ He watches Akira stretch with with lazy observance, his hand lowering again to his lap after a moment's thought. It seems so long since they were able to have a conversation like this at all. The world had torn away any decent opportunity of it alongside their nights and days. It was an ever present reality now, one that they carried the sole burden of.
He lifts his eyebrows minutely. ]
That's unlikely too. Many documentaries are too biased to enjoy. [ It's like Akira to pick up on the core of his joke, as much as he's certain Akira will pick up on it here. While that statement is objectively true, Akira knows him well enough to know he'd likely sit quietly through the majority, only to spear any such inconsistencies at length later. ] You may be better off taking a gamble.
[ That much is definitely true. ]