[Isn't how that's supposed to work, though? Talking about something hard to talk about, letting it stress you out to the point you can't hold it in, and then, little by little, it becomes easier? Ryuji sighs. He never wants to be in a position where seeing a dead body is anything less than absolutely haunting. It should be. It lets him know that he still has a conscience.
But with Hajime... he knows he's being patronized. That he doesn't believe Ryuji or believe in Ryuji when he says that what he's doing... it's enough. Just like he can't go back in time and fix the gravity or the way she died, he can't really take away that pain at feeling so insignificant that any sort of talent would've given him purpose.
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But with Hajime... he knows he's being patronized. That he doesn't believe Ryuji or believe in Ryuji when he says that what he's doing... it's enough. Just like he can't go back in time and fix the gravity or the way she died, he can't really take away that pain at feeling so insignificant that any sort of talent would've given him purpose.
Ryuji just rolls on his side too, facing Hajime.
What the fuck were they going to do?]
Turn around. Face the other way.