Unimaginative? That really hurts. I don't know what to say to that, I really don't. I mean it's a small slight compared to everything else we're talking about, but I can't let it go. I just can't.
[She'll pretend to fret about it, but it's not a major issue with her. She knows the truth, she's plenty imaginative. And for what it's worth, she thinks he knows that too. But if he doesn't, it's okay. She's pretty sure she's got some good evidence to show off how imaginative she is. So she won't argue that point for now.
Instead she'll focus on that nauseating hopeful radiance. It's so gross. He's so gross. She can't help but despair at him emerging from his cocoon and despair over the fact that he's come this far, and also despair that she's let him come this far. It's a pretty fun feeling actually, thanks for that little display.]
Yeah, you don't need to, I mean you can if you want. But you're right, you're not me. Otherwise that would make for one hell of an awkward conversation with him tomorrow morning.
[There's nothing to be gained from a remark like that, it's hopeless, and that's why she did it. Anyways, moving on.]
But me all alone with no connections versus you and all your shining hopeful friends, huh? You know, not that you'll talk about it, but that's what she said I wanted. Something like that anyway. So all, right! If that's what I want, then let's find out, okay? After all, you've come this far, so if we're heading in a new direction, you better not disappoint me.
[She sounds almost childish, practically pouting about it. But she means it. She knows what's coming around the bend next, but whatever comes after that with Piphron, and whatever comes after that with the rest of the world, even though it's hardly a one on one or a Junko vs. everyone else type of situation, she wants it to be something she can look back on and reminiscence about, regardless of whichever despair filled outcome (either for everyone, or just for her) occurs.]
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[She'll pretend to fret about it, but it's not a major issue with her. She knows the truth, she's plenty imaginative. And for what it's worth, she thinks he knows that too. But if he doesn't, it's okay. She's pretty sure she's got some good evidence to show off how imaginative she is. So she won't argue that point for now.
Instead she'll focus on that nauseating hopeful radiance. It's so gross. He's so gross. She can't help but despair at him emerging from his cocoon and despair over the fact that he's come this far, and also despair that she's let him come this far. It's a pretty fun feeling actually, thanks for that little display.]
Yeah, you don't need to, I mean you can if you want. But you're right, you're not me. Otherwise that would make for one hell of an awkward conversation with him tomorrow morning.
[There's nothing to be gained from a remark like that, it's hopeless, and that's why she did it. Anyways, moving on.]
But me all alone with no connections versus you and all your shining hopeful friends, huh? You know, not that you'll talk about it, but that's what she said I wanted. Something like that anyway. So all, right! If that's what I want, then let's find out, okay? After all, you've come this far, so if we're heading in a new direction, you better not disappoint me.
[She sounds almost childish, practically pouting about it. But she means it. She knows what's coming around the bend next, but whatever comes after that with Piphron, and whatever comes after that with the rest of the world, even though it's hardly a one on one or a Junko vs. everyone else type of situation, she wants it to be something she can look back on and reminiscence about, regardless of whichever despair filled outcome (either for everyone, or just for her) occurs.]