he starts walking in the direction of the boy, since he's clearly the person of interest here, but he stops just short of stepping in a puddle as he does. then he bends down to examine it a little more closely (though he doesn't make any attempt to touch it yet). ]
[ well, let's not mess with that, then. he carefully navigates around the puddles, though he does pause to invade the personal space of one of the silhouettes. can he make out any defining characteristics about them at all? ]
Reaching out to touch her, your hand does meet something solid, but it doesn't quite feel like touching a person - like there's something between you, perhaps.
However, you sense something else - a deep feeling of fondness and protectiveness, like the love towards a close family member.
She doesn't react to your presence in any way. It doesn't seem like she, or any of the other people at the table, are aware of your presence.
Eating more gives you a strange, warm feeling - like it's imbued with a passion for justice, and just a little bit of that passion has now passed into you.
[ a passion for justice... that's an unfamiliar sensation and he's not necessarily a fan, so after he gets about halfway through the bowl, he crinkles his nose a little and sets it down, placing the chopsticks on top to show he's finished. a bit of a shame, since he has no complaints about the taste itself, but he shouldn't waste too much time hanging around in any case. ]
So, do you know anything about these questions I'm supposed to be answering?
Worrying about what makes someone a human, what makes someone a "person," as if there's some key existential component that qualifies some and disqualifies others.
Being human means you need air to breathe and food to eat. That you'll die if you're killed. At the end of the day, that's all it is—no need to overthink it.
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he starts walking in the direction of the boy, since he's clearly the person of interest here, but he stops just short of stepping in a puddle as he does. then he bends down to examine it a little more closely (though he doesn't make any attempt to touch it yet). ]
What's this...?
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Even without touching it, you can somehow tell that whatever this stuff is, it's malicious.
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attempts to pat the child-sized one on the shoulder. ]
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However, you sense something else - a deep feeling of fondness and protectiveness, like the love towards a close family member.
She doesn't react to your presence in any way. It doesn't seem like she, or any of the other people at the table, are aware of your presence.
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So what's cookin', good lookin'?
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"Oh, hey. It's nabe."
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It's not some weird metaphor nabe, is it?
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Would you like some?"
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"There you go."
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[ brings it to his lips and takes a sip of the broth, hoping it won't kill him. ]
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but he also just stands in the kitchen and eats instead of sitting at the dinner table like a decent guest. ]
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Your Purity stat raises by 1.
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So, do you know anything about these questions I'm supposed to be answering?
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"Yeah. Ready to hear it?"
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You sound just like Glory, y'know.
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Being human means you need air to breathe and food to eat. That you'll die if you're killed. At the end of the day, that's all it is—no need to overthink it.
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