If I say "no", will you leave? is on the tip of my tongue, but of course I can't say that to someone whose good will I very well may need to take massive advantage of in the days - weeks? months? ... I will break D's entire neck this time if it's years, I swear ... - to come. He looks like he walked out of an MMORPG, all right, so he's almost certainly part of an annoyingly vast ecosystem explicitly designed to help prop up adventuring heroes such that they only question the parts of the system they're meant to, so they feel like they've actually solved some sort of problem. I'm guessing ... yeah, he's either some guy like one of those Legend of the Heroes protagonist guys I can't keep straight or he's from a Final Fantasy spinoff game. He's got a uniform like he's one of the Famicom Upright Citizen's Brigade guys but his hair's immaculate in that extremely rude way only a modeling career or a starring role in a Square Enix game can get you. He's actually thinking, so it's definitely one of those types of guy.
I really, really hope he doesn't have a single clue what I'm thinking about right now because this is the sort of thing you don't want to have to have a conversation about with anybody, because it's agonizingly embarrassing to admit to having played enough of any of those games back on Earth that you have more thoughts about them than you do about how to get a decent job there, please, just bury me on the spot because I want to die. I have a real job, of course, I'm not actually a NEET, so I shouldn't really need to get embarrassed about any of that, and anyway it's not like I really played that many of them myself either. But in a way doesn't that make it worse?
Shit, now's really not the time to be having an existential crisis about completely irrelevant background details that probably aren't even accurate to the situation at hand! He's a real boy, not some MMO Pinocchio! ... and, almost certainly, he thinks he's a hero, or at least thinks enough like one to want to act like one at a time like this. Oh well. At least we're not immediately in danger of dying of anything but starvation; he can probably kill things well enough to make that less of a pressing need once the storm clears, and won't that be useful? I won't have to have his death as my responsibility - although it's funny that I can even still care about a random human's chances of survival around me, given the things I've done. I suppose I would be pretty awful, if I didn't, though - and he just has that look about him. That heroic look that says he just doesn't want anyone else to die for his sake, but that he's totally not expecting a random arrow or anything like that to be what does him in, either. Whatever does do it, I really hope it won't be me. I'm trying to retire from that sort of thing.
... I really, really didn't miss dealing with the heroic sort. You can't ever adequately plan ahead how to save them from themselves, and you definitely can never plan enough ways to stop them. Oh god, I'm going to have to talk to him, don't I. What do I even say that won't make him even more suspicious?! Is there anything I can say? Ugh, probably not! Well. Just ... have to do my best ... don't I ... eeeeeeeuuuurrrrgh. Sorry, buddy, it's really nothing personal ...
End Shiraori Inner Mind Theater, don't let the spiders eat you on the way out.
Of course, the most of that internal monologue that shows on the White Girl's face is yet another wretched look of already-exhausted agony just from having to look at him. Just the most vivid facial approximation of ಠ﹏ಠ physically possible with both eyes still closed. She presses herself against the wall, tucking her legs up closer to herself, and shakes her head. Then, hurriedly, as if remembering that she has to at least try to attempt words in order to make her meaning more evident, she manages, "I'm unhurt."
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If I say "no", will you leave? is on the tip of my tongue, but of course I can't say that to someone whose good will I very well may need to take massive advantage of in the days - weeks? months? ... I will break D's entire neck this time if it's years, I swear ... - to come. He looks like he walked out of an MMORPG, all right, so he's almost certainly part of an annoyingly vast ecosystem explicitly designed to help prop up adventuring heroes such that they only question the parts of the system they're meant to, so they feel like they've actually solved some sort of problem. I'm guessing ... yeah, he's either some guy like one of those Legend of the Heroes protagonist guys I can't keep straight or he's from a Final Fantasy spinoff game. He's got a uniform like he's one of the Famicom Upright Citizen's Brigade guys but his hair's immaculate in that extremely rude way only a modeling career or a starring role in a Square Enix game can get you. He's actually thinking, so it's definitely one of those types of guy.
I really, really hope he doesn't have a single clue what I'm thinking about right now because this is the sort of thing you don't want to have to have a conversation about with anybody, because it's agonizingly embarrassing to admit to having played enough of any of those games back on Earth that you have more thoughts about them than you do about how to get a decent job there, please, just bury me on the spot because I want to die. I have a real job, of course, I'm not actually a NEET, so I shouldn't really need to get embarrassed about any of that, and anyway it's not like I really played that many of them myself either. But in a way doesn't that make it worse?
Shit, now's really not the time to be having an existential crisis about completely irrelevant background details that probably aren't even accurate to the situation at hand! He's a real boy, not some MMO Pinocchio! ... and, almost certainly, he thinks he's a hero, or at least thinks enough like one to want to act like one at a time like this. Oh well. At least we're not immediately in danger of dying of anything but starvation; he can probably kill things well enough to make that less of a pressing need once the storm clears, and won't that be useful? I won't have to have his death as my responsibility - although it's funny that I can even still care about a random human's chances of survival around me, given the things I've done. I suppose I would be pretty awful, if I didn't, though - and he just has that look about him. That heroic look that says he just doesn't want anyone else to die for his sake, but that he's totally not expecting a random arrow or anything like that to be what does him in, either. Whatever does do it, I really hope it won't be me. I'm trying to retire from that sort of thing.
... I really, really didn't miss dealing with the heroic sort. You can't ever adequately plan ahead how to save them from themselves, and you definitely can never plan enough ways to stop them. Oh god, I'm going to have to talk to him, don't I. What do I even say that won't make him even more suspicious?! Is there anything I can say? Ugh, probably not! Well. Just ... have to do my best ... don't I ... eeeeeeeuuuurrrrgh.
Sorry, buddy, it's really nothing personal ...
End Shiraori Inner Mind Theater, don't let the spiders eat you on the way out.
Of course, the most of that internal monologue that shows on the White Girl's face is yet another wretched look of already-exhausted agony just from having to look at him. Just the most vivid facial approximation of ಠ﹏ಠ physically possible with both eyes still closed. She presses herself against the wall, tucking her legs up closer to herself, and shakes her head. Then, hurriedly, as if remembering that she has to at least try to attempt words in order to make her meaning more evident, she manages, "I'm unhurt."