["Did you want me to have a reason?" is a question that's on the tip of his tongue, but it's not something he can easily ask. That seems to cross some sort of invisible line, some unsaid boundary that he shouldn't touch.
It's clear that she's disappointed in something, and for the life of him, Yusei can't fathom the answer. Their last encounter ended poorly, but was also unmemorable. There shouldn't have been anything more than her antagonizing a particularly reticent and uncooperative hobo. That was all there was to it.
Wasn't there?
He inclines his head, frowning. There's clearly something behind her words. Why would she go through all this trouble for a stranger?]
Most people are like this, yes. But there are some...who can genuinely feel for every stranger they meet, can be invested in their well-being simply because they'd seen them once on the street. That sort of person...they have incredible strength, to be able to do that. And yet, people expect that sort of feat from everyone, as if it's only natural that humans are so strong on their own.
[yusei's fingers trace the rim of his untouched drink. it's a glass of milk.
his eyes burn bright in the dimmed room, the whirling lights seeming to ask: "is that what you're trying to tell me? are you that sort of person?
are you someone who expects the best of people? who demands the impossible?
or the rare being who gives their utmost, 100%, even when it's taken for granted and ignored? who gives and gives and gives, until there's nothing left?"]
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It's clear that she's disappointed in something, and for the life of him, Yusei can't fathom the answer. Their last encounter ended poorly, but was also unmemorable. There shouldn't have been anything more than her antagonizing a particularly reticent and uncooperative hobo. That was all there was to it.
Wasn't there?
He inclines his head, frowning. There's clearly something behind her words. Why would she go through all this trouble for a stranger?]
Most people are like this, yes. But there are some...who can genuinely feel for every stranger they meet, can be invested in their well-being simply because they'd seen them once on the street. That sort of person...they have incredible strength, to be able to do that. And yet, people expect that sort of feat from everyone, as if it's only natural that humans are so strong on their own.
[yusei's fingers trace the rim of his untouched drink. it's a glass of milk.
his eyes burn bright in the dimmed room, the whirling lights seeming to ask: "is that what you're trying to tell me? are you that sort of person?
are you someone who expects the best of people? who demands the impossible?
or the rare being who gives their utmost, 100%, even when it's taken for granted and ignored? who gives and gives and gives, until there's nothing left?"]