[Sakamoto's brows furrow again, and his eyes flicker back and forth from the scribbles on the table to his friend's not-so-slowly maddening expression. Wrapping the injury on his hand with the scarf that was once around his neck, he listens to all the dangerous prattle.]
Think about what yer sayin'. And who yer startin' ta sound like.
[He walks over towards his friend, taking the seat next to Zura on the couch. Gingerly, he places a hand on the other's shoulder, gripping it firmly before massaging whatever he can touch, in hopes of alleviating some tension.]
Destroyin' shit won't get us back. If ya blow stuff up and aren't careful, you just might go with it.
Look at what happened to him, aah?
[Meaning Takasugi.]
He's totally lost it. Well! I mean, it's not like he ain't smart- That guy's still sharp as ever. But he's so miserable, Zura.
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[Sakamoto's brows furrow again, and his eyes flicker back and forth from the scribbles on the table to his friend's not-so-slowly maddening expression. Wrapping the injury on his hand with the scarf that was once around his neck, he listens to all the dangerous prattle.]
Think about what yer sayin'. And who yer startin' ta sound like.
[He walks over towards his friend, taking the seat next to Zura on the couch. Gingerly, he places a hand on the other's shoulder, gripping it firmly before massaging whatever he can touch, in hopes of alleviating some tension.]
Destroyin' shit won't get us back. If ya blow stuff up and aren't careful, you just might go with it.
Look at what happened to him, aah?
[Meaning Takasugi.]
He's totally lost it. Well! I mean, it's not like he ain't smart- That guy's still sharp as ever. But he's so miserable, Zura.
It's like there's nothing! Nothing inside of him.
You wanna let yourself get like that?