For this long? Since you got here, and we didn't...
[Jaime's having a hard time seeing this as anything but a failing on the part of the people who were supposed to take care of him. He had thought Ken had been getting better, truly, he had. He'd been smiling more often, and going to the park, and doing some cooking and going to parties, and it hits him with a pang that this is the exact same mistake he'd made with Shinji. The exact same mistake. This isn't a case of not knowing what to look for, he realizes, but being too damn stupid to look closely enough to see the truth behind the pleasantries. He's failed at this time and time again, but this time, he's looking at a kid who tried to kill himself.
He should have been more careful, ever since Ken's mind jumped towards suicide that one time. He'd thought it was just an exposure to the bleaker side of life, but it wasn't, he realizes. It had been a warning sign, and he'd just swept on past it.
This could have been avoided. You'd think after all of his exposure to people who've been through things all too similar to what Ken's been through, he'd have been able to see the signs, but he hasn't exactly done a stellar job with everyone else either, has he? He wavers for a moment, then winds up crouching down in front of Ken, hands placed together on the seat cushion beside him.] You're here for a reason, Ken, and I'm glad you are. I'm glad that you came here, and I got to meet you. But does that mean that you've wanted to do this all along? You just didn't tell anyone?
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[Jaime's having a hard time seeing this as anything but a failing on the part of the people who were supposed to take care of him. He had thought Ken had been getting better, truly, he had. He'd been smiling more often, and going to the park, and doing some cooking and going to parties, and it hits him with a pang that this is the exact same mistake he'd made with Shinji. The exact same mistake. This isn't a case of not knowing what to look for, he realizes, but being too damn stupid to look closely enough to see the truth behind the pleasantries. He's failed at this time and time again, but this time, he's looking at a kid who tried to kill himself.
He should have been more careful, ever since Ken's mind jumped towards suicide that one time. He'd thought it was just an exposure to the bleaker side of life, but it wasn't, he realizes. It had been a warning sign, and he'd just swept on past it.
This could have been avoided. You'd think after all of his exposure to people who've been through things all too similar to what Ken's been through, he'd have been able to see the signs, but he hasn't exactly done a stellar job with everyone else either, has he? He wavers for a moment, then winds up crouching down in front of Ken, hands placed together on the seat cushion beside him.] You're here for a reason, Ken, and I'm glad you are. I'm glad that you came here, and I got to meet you. But does that mean that you've wanted to do this all along? You just didn't tell anyone?