... Did you seriously think no one would be worried after that? [why! is! he! this! way!] You're one of us. No one wants to have to count down the days until we have to put you down like some— some kind of rabid dog.
[... ah. that hits a little close to home. her words have more bite to them when she replies, though she's not upset at him.]
Well, you better get used to it. Because you're a person. Not an object, and not the universe's fucking errand boy. Your life... matters to us. It matters to me.
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week 8, monday
jiji will be underneath the cherry blossom tree again, even as he pours himself something to drink in a cup]
You do not wish to join me, even now?
Not even to make play?
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It really wouldn't do anything for me.
[Less exasperated than all those weeks ago. Now she's just tired.]
But I thought you might need it after that announcement.
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What a stir we've caused.
Thank you, for your trouble.
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[it's not the first time he's been worried after, and yet - ]
But I cannot say that I have had so many think so much over my life before.
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Well, you better get used to it. Because you're a person. Not an object, and not the universe's fucking errand boy. Your life... matters to us. It matters to me.
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[there's just a soft question at that, like he's not entirely sure if he can wholeheartedly agree with her]
... mm, I suppose I must be.
Your words do warm my heart, after all.