[That would be the "normal" reaction, wouldn't it? He's aware of that. In the same way he can recognize and then choose to discard what would be considered the "empathetic" way to express his concern towards HiMERU's obvious distress, Matoba neatly sidesteps the expected forms of interaction and chooses instead the ones that get him directly to his goal, so long as the aftermath is acceptable.]
[It behooves him to act strangely. Monsters were strange.]
[His head turns to glance towards HiMERU's broken, boarded-up window, as if taking a moment to contemplate something beyond it.]
I wonder if you will be able to see it? Certainly, it should show up soon, if this place lacks the means to keep it at bay. [And nothing had ever been strong enough to keep that hungry monster from chasing after its obsession. He turns back to look at the other man, his smile an unreadable mask- obvious in its dissonance, without revealing any of what exactly it was meant to hide.] If it can appear even here, then we should be happy. It means we are not entirely disconnected from our homes.
I can still feel it, searching about somewhere- in this right eye of mine.
[He has no intentions of explaining any further. If someone couldn't see it, it didn't matter anyway.]
[Matoba clasps his hands together, and mulls his presence a moment longer before rising from his chair. He could ask HiMERU just why he's doing this- who was on that island that was so important that he would risk death and disaster from the unknown? But it doesn't really matter in the end- Matoba's opinion won't change whether he knows the exact reason or not.]
[His hands fold into his kimono sleeves as usual; it's still a bit chilly indoors at night, and he's only scrounged up a small extra layer here and there to wear underneath his kimono for added warmth.]
Perhaps you will not take my advice, but I will speak plainly: your blood is not strong enough to enact anything substantial. Think of another option, Himeru-san. Wasteful actions will only cause trouble for others around you. Perhaps even the one whose sake you are acting for.
You do not seem like a man who typically bogs himself down with wastefulness. [It's... a compliment? Support? An observation, Matoba would say if asked.]
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[That would be the "normal" reaction, wouldn't it? He's aware of that. In the same way he can recognize and then choose to discard what would be considered the "empathetic" way to express his concern towards HiMERU's obvious distress, Matoba neatly sidesteps the expected forms of interaction and chooses instead the ones that get him directly to his goal, so long as the aftermath is acceptable.]
[It behooves him to act strangely. Monsters were strange.]
[His head turns to glance towards HiMERU's broken, boarded-up window, as if taking a moment to contemplate something beyond it.]
I wonder if you will be able to see it? Certainly, it should show up soon, if this place lacks the means to keep it at bay. [And nothing had ever been strong enough to keep that hungry monster from chasing after its obsession. He turns back to look at the other man, his smile an unreadable mask- obvious in its dissonance, without revealing any of what exactly it was meant to hide.] If it can appear even here, then we should be happy. It means we are not entirely disconnected from our homes.
I can still feel it, searching about somewhere- in this right eye of mine.
[He has no intentions of explaining any further. If someone couldn't see it, it didn't matter anyway.]
[Matoba clasps his hands together, and mulls his presence a moment longer before rising from his chair. He could ask HiMERU just why he's doing this- who was on that island that was so important that he would risk death and disaster from the unknown? But it doesn't really matter in the end- Matoba's opinion won't change whether he knows the exact reason or not.]
[His hands fold into his kimono sleeves as usual; it's still a bit chilly indoors at night, and he's only scrounged up a small extra layer here and there to wear underneath his kimono for added warmth.]
Perhaps you will not take my advice, but I will speak plainly: your blood is not strong enough to enact anything substantial. Think of another option, Himeru-san. Wasteful actions will only cause trouble for others around you. Perhaps even the one whose sake you are acting for.
You do not seem like a man who typically bogs himself down with wastefulness. [It's... a compliment? Support? An observation, Matoba would say if asked.]