[It's like water flowing downhill, isn't it, he thinks. What you put into a river upstream carries all the way down to the ocean...pain's the same way, isn't it? The bad water you drink poisons you, and your corpse poisons the water more...
The people around Mukuro and Junko failed them so profoundly that the whole river turned to poison, suffering begetting suffering.
Fashionable girls...Atem knows the archetype. What a terrible way to become that kind of person -- what a terrible thing to have to hide under a pretty mask.
She brings up Komaeda, and the school, and what it was doing. Something flashes over Atem's face when Mukuro brings him up -- regret, loneliness maybe. But he answers, quiet, listening:]
Only how the Ultimates program worked.
[Which she knows he knows about, so logically, what she's referring to must be something else.
Atem can tell she's uncomfortable, defensive. He's not sure how to help with that; he doesn't know enough.]
If you don't want to go on, that's all right. Taking a break's okay, too. I haven't even invited you to sit down...you don't have to tell the story like that.
[Curled in on herself, against the wall. It won't make what happened to her any better, but it feels cold to Atem to discuss things like this without any concessions to her comfort in the here and now.]
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The people around Mukuro and Junko failed them so profoundly that the whole river turned to poison, suffering begetting suffering.
Fashionable girls...Atem knows the archetype. What a terrible way to become that kind of person -- what a terrible thing to have to hide under a pretty mask.
She brings up Komaeda, and the school, and what it was doing. Something flashes over Atem's face when Mukuro brings him up -- regret, loneliness maybe. But he answers, quiet, listening:]
Only how the Ultimates program worked.
[Which she knows he knows about, so logically, what she's referring to must be something else.
Atem can tell she's uncomfortable, defensive. He's not sure how to help with that; he doesn't know enough.]
If you don't want to go on, that's all right. Taking a break's okay, too. I haven't even invited you to sit down...you don't have to tell the story like that.
[Curled in on herself, against the wall. It won't make what happened to her any better, but it feels cold to Atem to discuss things like this without any concessions to her comfort in the here and now.]