idolpro | sensitIV - SATURDAY NOON PST

sensitIV - SATURDAY NOON PST

[ The bar is unit-colored with light unit paraphernalia, although it's all just for show. Fortunately, comfort isn't part of the unit aesthetic this time—all seats are cushioned, whether the booth seats or the bar stools, comfy and lush. Idols can sit anywhere they like, it seems.

There's alcohol available, but everything else is locked behind the wall-cabinet. . . the recipe book is also available to peruse at one's leisure.

Ah—the door opens, and a fuzzy sort of shade steps in. It looks like idols will be serving the Damned, today. . . ? ]

RECIPE BOOK

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Maybe many others can't accept it. But, Izanagi—

To be the bearer for the sins of many, to be fated to die before one's time, to be hated and persecuted, to despair—and to hate in turn, because of all of those things. For the sake of myself, and for the sake of my own people, I have to be able to accept those things.

[...

He just falls silent, averting his gaze.]

...sorry. I know I get really serious.

I don't know if I can say that I'm a good person, because on the battlefield, there's no real "good" or "evil," but—you remind me of many of the people I care most about.

-? People you know?

Well—

...of all the people I work with, a lot of them are really sick. A lot of the time, it's because the world didn't value them—treating them as expendable, and then treating them like monsters because of their illness.

It's easy to become very bitter when people more powerful than you play with your life and then throw you away... to think that the only way to engage with the world is the way it's treated you—to return hurt for hurt, betrayal for betrayal.