[Since he glanced at her, he'll see the text, but he doesn't acknowledge it in any way. Thanks Kanda.]
Most people aren't. [So that's fair tbh. He isn't going to preach at her. But imagine how funny it would be if he did.] But it's that or letting the world end.
[The real answer is that he's barely known any kind of life outside of this, so it's kind of an impossible thing to imagine--you can't really un-learn about the potential harbinger of the apocalypse and all.]
[Her eyes go to his hands. His posture. Stiff, unbending. Too young to believe anything different.]
There's professions that work that way where I come from, too. They get you young, raise you up, monopolize your time. Bend your body and fold your mind into whatever shapes are needed. And then when your youth is gone, so is your job. It's a pretty big hole to fill, in the long years after.
[Probably why so many Olympians go back to coach. What else is there?]
[The way I googled when the modern Olympics were founded and it's 1896 apparently which is roughly around the era of DGM. Incredible.
Anyway Kanda is like "what are you even talking about" but he doesn't say that]
The war's been going on for thousands of years. It probably won't stop anytime soon. The Earl can make hundreds of Akuma in one go, if he wants.
[Sure, there are things happening that seem major, but every generation probably thinks that. Chances are high that he'll die in the line of duty, and--well. The best he can hope for is to be left alone afterward.]
[Cute nickname for a big bad. Camille is out of her depth here. It's hard to convey exactly how bizarre his life sounds to her. How devastating. She huddles in tighter, looking to the flames. To the barrier around their beloved robot murderer.
No matter how you sliced it she was the odd one one. What right does she have to be wringing hands over situations she can't comprehend?]
What'll it take to get to him, then? Cut out the source.
[For his part, it doesn't seem to surprise him that this all seems incomprehensible; if the situation wasn't so glaringly familiar in a number of ways, he and Lavi probably would've been much less open about the whole thing.]
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Most people aren't. [So that's fair tbh. He isn't going to preach at her. But imagine how funny it would be if he did.] But it's that or letting the world end.
[The real answer is that he's barely known any kind of life outside of this, so it's kind of an impossible thing to imagine--you can't really un-learn about the potential harbinger of the apocalypse and all.]
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Mm. Too many demons? "Akuma"?
[Her eyes go to his hands. His posture. Stiff, unbending. Too young to believe anything different.]
There's professions that work that way where I come from, too. They get you young, raise you up, monopolize your time. Bend your body and fold your mind into whatever shapes are needed. And then when your youth is gone, so is your job. It's a pretty big hole to fill, in the long years after.
[Probably why so many Olympians go back to coach. What else is there?]
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Anyway Kanda is like "what are you even talking about" but he doesn't say that]
The war's been going on for thousands of years. It probably won't stop anytime soon. The Earl can make hundreds of Akuma in one go, if he wants.
[Sure, there are things happening that seem major, but every generation probably thinks that. Chances are high that he'll die in the line of duty, and--well. The best he can hope for is to be left alone afterward.]
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[Cute nickname for a big bad. Camille is out of her depth here. It's hard to convey exactly how bizarre his life sounds to her. How devastating. She huddles in tighter, looking to the flames. To the barrier around their beloved robot murderer.
No matter how you sliced it she was the odd one one. What right does she have to be wringing hands over situations she can't comprehend?]
What'll it take to get to him, then? Cut out the source.
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That's what we're looking for.