[ The discomfort that comes from the feedback of her emotions is just slightly trumped by the satisfaction that swells from watching her (inwardly) squirm. Kaito's empathy is a curse that almost rivals his Persona in severity, causing him constant migraines and forceful emotional overflow just from touching someone. She'll see it all and more eventually, so he's happy to take in this small, petty victory while he can.
But it's a hollow victory, all said and done. The pain that gnaws at her is most certainly from the loss of someone close, and even he isn't so cruel as to feel nothing over it.
Either way, Kaito's pulled out of his thoughts by the girl's icy tone. It's far too familiar. ]
Suit yourself. I don't really care. But for your sake, you'd better have someone you can confide in. A lone tower is doomed to crumble—and become a liability on the battlefield.
[ ...The third year's lips twist downward, thoughtful. He didn't have to add that latter part. 'Stop being so soft.'
If the news of Ikutsuki's passing shocks him, he certainly doesn't show it. In fact, that impassive expression of his hasn't shifted much since calming down and acquiescing to his new assignment. Still, hearing her voice match his furor from earlier...
Rather than continue to stare at Mitsuru and make presumptions, Kaito begins to grab his clothes and begin folding them. ]
Should I be thankful that one of my demons has been erased? That I can live an "ordinary high school student" life? Please. All this means for me is that my collar and leash are being passed from one pair of hands to the next. There's no such thing as ordinary for us, Kirijo. Not while these Personas lurk in our heads, and not while Shadows still exist.
[ While the rhetoric is harsh, his tone remains level. In little time, he has his suitcase packed full with his clothes, books, and Evoker. The only item left signifying his existence in the room is a small, well-trimmed bonsai on a dresser near the door. Kaito zips his suitcase shut and lugs it onto the floor.
Golds find their way back to the heiress. ]
Let's clear the air before I move in. I don't like you. I hate everything your family and company has done to ruin my life and the lives of everyone who's been affected by Apathy Syndrome. But I don't care who's giving me orders at the end of the day, whether it's you or Ikutsuki or that transfer student who's leading SEES. It doesn't matter. I'm gonna be fighting to the crack of someone's whip until the Dark Hour's gone or I'm gone.
That's all I've got left for me, Kirijo—so use me like the weapon I am.
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But it's a hollow victory, all said and done. The pain that gnaws at her is most certainly from the loss of someone close, and even he isn't so cruel as to feel nothing over it.
Either way, Kaito's pulled out of his thoughts by the girl's icy tone. It's far too familiar. ]
Suit yourself. I don't really care. But for your sake, you'd better have someone you can confide in. A lone tower is doomed to crumble—and become a liability on the battlefield.
[ ...The third year's lips twist downward, thoughtful. He didn't have to add that latter part. 'Stop being so soft.'
If the news of Ikutsuki's passing shocks him, he certainly doesn't show it. In fact, that impassive expression of his hasn't shifted much since calming down and acquiescing to his new assignment. Still, hearing her voice match his furor from earlier...
Rather than continue to stare at Mitsuru and make presumptions, Kaito begins to grab his clothes and begin folding them. ]
Should I be thankful that one of my demons has been erased? That I can live an "ordinary high school student" life? Please. All this means for me is that my collar and leash are being passed from one pair of hands to the next. There's no such thing as ordinary for us, Kirijo. Not while these Personas lurk in our heads, and not while Shadows still exist.
[ While the rhetoric is harsh, his tone remains level. In little time, he has his suitcase packed full with his clothes, books, and Evoker. The only item left signifying his existence in the room is a small, well-trimmed bonsai on a dresser near the door. Kaito zips his suitcase shut and lugs it onto the floor.
Golds find their way back to the heiress. ]
Let's clear the air before I move in. I don't like you. I hate everything your family and company has done to ruin my life and the lives of everyone who's been affected by Apathy Syndrome. But I don't care who's giving me orders at the end of the day, whether it's you or Ikutsuki or that transfer student who's leading SEES. It doesn't matter. I'm gonna be fighting to the crack of someone's whip until the Dark Hour's gone or I'm gone.
That's all I've got left for me, Kirijo—so use me like the weapon I am.