[At least it's not "Shuusei." He might have had half a mind to actually try to clock Ninurrta then.
Instead, there's just a soft cackling sound from Kagari, his shoulders gently shaking in mirth. He sits back upright, finally, leaning up against the cell wall, legs crossed. There's an ugliness to the smirk he wears.]
Man, you really are something, Ninu-san. Can I call you that? I'm gonna call you that.
[Mostly because he might have a little difficulty with the last syllable, and it'd take away from what he has to say.]
A pariah, hah. Are you kidding me? You're perfect for this team.
[Despite the bitterness to that comment, it's not entirely derisive. Sure, he can't stand some of the people in Audentes, the ones that shove their moral superiority in everyone's face whenever they disagree with anyone. He finds the group as a whole frustrating and unrealistic. But it makes sense in an awful sort of way. It's fitting. Sybil told him a long time ago that he didn't belong with society, amongst the good wholesome citizens of Japan, and then he fell through a rift and proved it by being the nail that sticks up in a team full of do-gooders and bleeding hearts.]
I know your type. You're just like a girl I know back home. All kind and gentle and sweet, full of all this hope about the good you want to do for the universe.
[And despite his poorly-concealed anger, there's a thread of affection there, too. For all his huffing and puffing, he misses Akane more than he would ever admit.]
I bet you jumped at the thought of going around saving timelines and universes. Being useful, making a difference. Maybe even finding the reason why you were brought into existence, huh? Come on, tell me I'm wrong.
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Instead, there's just a soft cackling sound from Kagari, his shoulders gently shaking in mirth. He sits back upright, finally, leaning up against the cell wall, legs crossed. There's an ugliness to the smirk he wears.]
Man, you really are something, Ninu-san. Can I call you that? I'm gonna call you that.
[Mostly because he might have a little difficulty with the last syllable, and it'd take away from what he has to say.]
A pariah, hah. Are you kidding me? You're perfect for this team.
[Despite the bitterness to that comment, it's not entirely derisive. Sure, he can't stand some of the people in Audentes, the ones that shove their moral superiority in everyone's face whenever they disagree with anyone. He finds the group as a whole frustrating and unrealistic. But it makes sense in an awful sort of way. It's fitting. Sybil told him a long time ago that he didn't belong with society, amongst the good wholesome citizens of Japan, and then he fell through a rift and proved it by being the nail that sticks up in a team full of do-gooders and bleeding hearts.]
I know your type. You're just like a girl I know back home. All kind and gentle and sweet, full of all this hope about the good you want to do for the universe.
[And despite his poorly-concealed anger, there's a thread of affection there, too. For all his huffing and puffing, he misses Akane more than he would ever admit.]
I bet you jumped at the thought of going around saving timelines and universes. Being useful, making a difference. Maybe even finding the reason why you were brought into existence, huh? Come on, tell me I'm wrong.