[ Ah, that's a familiar notion. Ranger had been the welcome wagon to another person who had said the same thing. She wouldn't accept being dead, and if she was, she would find a way to go back to her life... Such was the way that she thought. He didn't object to it then, and he doesn't now.
What does he want? What kind of person does Rio Ranger want to be? It's something he's thought about since coming here, but even now, he doesn't have an adequate answer. He had nothing to go back to, he had nothing that he was expected to be, and so death meant precious little so long as he could continue to exist. But just existing didn't seem to be enough, either, so... What was there for him? He places his hand on his head, eyes rolling up briefly as he considers before his gaze drops back down to Sara. ]
Hm... I'm still deciding on that. But it's not the person that I am now.
[ She doesn't want to be a bad person, huh... Well, Sara wasn't like any of them, no more than Shin was. Even Komaeda was on a different level, and he was far closer to them than the former. That was, in the end, why he had been so deeply conflicted and deeply bitter in the end - to see a doll, just a replica of a still-living person, protected when no one had ever once looked at him as a person. To see that big lug, always so selfish, suddenly decide to protect a kid who meant nothing to him when the people he was closest to would have killed him in an instant.
He'd hated it, he couldn't stand it, that dichotomy that separated itself from the simulations run. Even now, his fingers ball up into a tight fist before he relaxes them once more. ]
Hmm... Well, you don't have to suffer just because other people do, you get me? I met a kid recently who was going around yelling about how she's gonna find a way to get back to life... Seems fine to me. If somebody like that succeeds, well, it's not like them staying dead would make me any more alive.
[ He shrugs. He's not going to deny the possibility, either, not when there was such limited information. It was a waste to just lay down and accept things - if humans did that, they would still be praying to the sun and making sacrifices for rain. ]
It's fine for you to wanna keep what you have. I'd be kinda pissed off if you went and squandered it.
[ That much is true, at least. More than anything, he can't stand people who would waste something as precious as their life - a life that allowed them everything. ]
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What does he want? What kind of person does Rio Ranger want to be? It's something he's thought about since coming here, but even now, he doesn't have an adequate answer. He had nothing to go back to, he had nothing that he was expected to be, and so death meant precious little so long as he could continue to exist. But just existing didn't seem to be enough, either, so... What was there for him? He places his hand on his head, eyes rolling up briefly as he considers before his gaze drops back down to Sara. ]
Hm... I'm still deciding on that. But it's not the person that I am now.
[ She doesn't want to be a bad person, huh... Well, Sara wasn't like any of them, no more than Shin was. Even Komaeda was on a different level, and he was far closer to them than the former. That was, in the end, why he had been so deeply conflicted and deeply bitter in the end - to see a doll, just a replica of a still-living person, protected when no one had ever once looked at him as a person. To see that big lug, always so selfish, suddenly decide to protect a kid who meant nothing to him when the people he was closest to would have killed him in an instant.
He'd hated it, he couldn't stand it, that dichotomy that separated itself from the simulations run. Even now, his fingers ball up into a tight fist before he relaxes them once more. ]
Hmm... Well, you don't have to suffer just because other people do, you get me? I met a kid recently who was going around yelling about how she's gonna find a way to get back to life... Seems fine to me. If somebody like that succeeds, well, it's not like them staying dead would make me any more alive.
[ He shrugs. He's not going to deny the possibility, either, not when there was such limited information. It was a waste to just lay down and accept things - if humans did that, they would still be praying to the sun and making sacrifices for rain. ]
It's fine for you to wanna keep what you have. I'd be kinda pissed off if you went and squandered it.
[ That much is true, at least. More than anything, he can't stand people who would waste something as precious as their life - a life that allowed them everything. ]