[ He considers saying something productive, whether about the counselors or Ogata or whoever, but instead he straightens up against the wall. ]
Enough. Giyuu's right—we're not dying.
[ The words slip out before he has a chance to think about it—it's a completely baseless statement. And it's not as though Shinobu's given up so much as accepted a rational approach. Besides, there's no way to promise they'll all survive, and when did he start caring that they would?
He settles just as quickly as he's riled up, though he looks agitated anyway. ]
I'll see you both on Friday. And we'll—
[ His mouth twists a bit, glaring at the building around them. He thinks back to the fire, to Neena, and to everything that this twisted place kept throwing at them as distractions. ]
We'll figure it out. We owe it to ourselves to do better, this time.
[ He isn't sure if any of them deserve a better ending, but that's not the point. ]
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Enough. Giyuu's right—we're not dying.
[ The words slip out before he has a chance to think about it—it's a completely baseless statement. And it's not as though Shinobu's given up so much as accepted a rational approach. Besides, there's no way to promise they'll all survive, and when did he start caring that they would?
He settles just as quickly as he's riled up, though he looks agitated anyway. ]
I'll see you both on Friday. And we'll—
[ His mouth twists a bit, glaring at the building around them. He thinks back to the fire, to Neena, and to everything that this twisted place kept throwing at them as distractions. ]
We'll figure it out. We owe it to ourselves to do better, this time.
[ He isn't sure if any of them deserve a better ending, but that's not the point. ]