gaearage: (Nothing there to fear)
[ Naoki has had better days. Luckily, he's one of the few who, although he is being followed around by that stupid bubble, is not too bothered to switch to audio. All for the better, considering his looks. Besides... he'd really rather not be seen right now. He's pretty miserable. ]

... This place has caused me to wonder why what one person considers a relief another considers hell.

[ A long, drawn out sigh. ]

Back home, I was always in danger, and humanity was scarce.

Here, all it does it hurt people, even if more are around, and it's safe. Fairly normal. And there ARE other demons here--I think. I've sensed them.

[ Naoki is silent for a moment, before... ]

But... that doesn't make it right. They deserve to feel the pain they've caused.

[ ... And then the feed clicks off. He feels like doing something extremely reckless right now. Minato came back, so... he could hope, right? ]
gaearage: (There's nothing there to fear)
[ ... There is a long, quiet moment, before he sighs. He swallows, then notices that he SFC appears to be on. Figuring he ought to say something, he speaks. When he does, his voice is somber and his words are heavy, but lined with a sort of expectant experience and cynicism. ]

... The choices we make define who we are. But the choices we don't make, the things we don't say, the things we avoid with every fiber of our being... they define us even more.

[ From the screen, the room is dark. All that can be made is the outline of glowing markings; symmetrical tattoos, belonging to the voice broadcasting. He has his head in his knees, and he really can't be seen. The room is dark. He seems to be aware of the broadcast, but probably is too upset at this point to really care. ]

I failed again. What's the point if our choices lead us all to the same end? As long as we're stuck here... we can never make our own choices.

[ His voice wavers slightly, as if... afraid, almost. ] I don't want to go back to... that.

[ Without him looking up or even moving, the feed turns off. ]

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