[Shin actually debates letting Ranger in just to hear it, but that makes his heart rate spike and his ears feel thick and dizzy so no, no, he'll leave it at that, hand tugging at the purple oversized jumper after going to it's customary place and hitting air.
He stuffed the scarf, the one he didn't lose, under his bunk bed. He can't look at it right now.]
...You wanted to talk.
[But it's as much of a concession as '...pretty persuasive'. Maybe he's a little relieved... even with the power of the simulations over him, that noose of zero percent, having been broken and cracked apart by Sara's revelation of balancing and his own of outdated data, the shards of their sway linger in the corners of 'so was that all meaningless?', sharp enough to still cut himself on.
But mostly Ranger has a point. So then he has to decide if he actually wants to say, now that he knows it's not breaking news, or play it off, pretend it's just a sore throat, maybe he's been in the cold too much, or that it's from them yelling, pretend it was some ordinary spat or disagreement. But he's already had that slimy thought that won't leave, and earshot, huh.]
Well, if you really want to know... that's what she tried last night. Almost succeeded, too!
[And it was only Midori's name unbidden on his lips that had saved him, made her drop him like a hot coal, and he hasn't been able to unpack how he feels about that other than a tangled ball of 'bad'.]
Ahaha, do you think they'd have called a meeting for me? We were overdue for one, weren't we?
[Solved his death and then done absolutely nothing about it, like usual? Or maybe no one would have bothered... but even in his miserable i'm-going-to-go-eat-worms state he can't completely say that. Nene at the very least would have been upset... it makes his heart clench painfully in new channels.]
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[Shin actually debates letting Ranger in just to hear it, but that makes his heart rate spike and his ears feel thick and dizzy so no, no, he'll leave it at that, hand tugging at the purple oversized jumper after going to it's customary place and hitting air.
He stuffed the scarf, the one he didn't lose, under his bunk bed. He can't look at it right now.]
...You wanted to talk.
[But it's as much of a concession as '...pretty persuasive'. Maybe he's a little relieved... even with the power of the simulations over him, that noose of zero percent, having been broken and cracked apart by Sara's revelation of balancing and his own of outdated data, the shards of their sway linger in the corners of 'so was that all meaningless?', sharp enough to still cut himself on.
But mostly Ranger has a point. So then he has to decide if he actually wants to say, now that he knows it's not breaking news, or play it off, pretend it's just a sore throat, maybe he's been in the cold too much, or that it's from them yelling, pretend it was some ordinary spat or disagreement. But he's already had that slimy thought that won't leave, and earshot, huh.]
Well, if you really want to know... that's what she tried last night. Almost succeeded, too!
[And it was only Midori's name unbidden on his lips that had saved him, made her drop him like a hot coal, and he hasn't been able to unpack how he feels about that other than a tangled ball of 'bad'.]
Ahaha, do you think they'd have called a meeting for me? We were overdue for one, weren't we?
[Solved his death and then done absolutely nothing about it, like usual? Or maybe no one would have bothered... but even in his miserable i'm-going-to-go-eat-worms state he can't completely say that. Nene at the very least would have been upset... it makes his heart clench painfully in new channels.]