mineo.

[enfangs]

Comments

[enfangs]

... Too bad there's no way of knowing for sure.

[sengokus]

.... we can try tomorrow. Or... well...

[there's - a sort of pain in his chest. a sad desperation to cling onto what he still has.]

I want to try. I don't really want to lose anyone else.

[enfangs]

Mm.

[with a flicker of concern coming from him, he claps mineo's shoulder—lightly. because pseudo-stabs.]

Don't know if it'll help at all, but I've still got my ability from Wrath.

[sengokus]

[ - hah. there's a little burst of fondness from him at that]

To force a truth from someone?

[enfangs]

[he nods, doing his best to ignore that fondness.]

Yup, that's the one.

[sengokus]

.... guess we'll see.

[he runs a hand through his hair]

I don't really know how to handle this sort of thing... but if it were up to me there wouldn't have been any murder here in the first place.

[enfangs]

If it were up to you, a lot of things would probably be better around here. Unfortunately, it's usually pieces of crap who run the show.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . well. he can't deny that. there's another torn feeling in his chest, but at least this one rings with a little familiarity]

... yeah.

It's weird to think that it's almost over, and we still have so much to do.

[enfangs]

Tell me about it. I still feel like I understand shit.

[...]

What're you thinking?

[sengokus]

[ . . . he just shakes his head.]

Just stuff we've talked about before - from back home. How hard it can be to do anything if the people at the top don't listen.

... but we've still got stuff to do, so we can't really wait for them. I'm with you on struggling to understand anything but... at least people are sharing.

[enfangs]

... Yeah. It's a start.

[albeit still a very confusing one.]