( this was the risk he had assumed in insisting on entering the building to try to find them. he could have remained blissful in his ignorance, convinced at least until an undetermined point in the future of their demise — but now Schrödinger's box is open, and they have learned that the cat is indeed dead. makoto senses the emotional dullness with which the Meridian Shard-Bearer receives this news, internally processing it. he is interested, but only in the most distant manner that professional curiosity could afford. though he feels divided several times over from that life that had once dominated his time and his thoughts, it is always in his realm of expertise to puzzle over the nature of the mortal soul, of its strengths and its weaknesses, and which ways it might be tempted towards the point of feeble exhaustion, stricken through with either satisfaction or despair, when it would give with the faintest touch.
though world-weary, link is not so fragile. or, at least, that's the sense that makoto gets. he is silent, weighing the stranger's words to see if they were further encumbered with the emotional baggage of one who identified with such a struggle. he would say his observation is inconclusive, but his gut instinct tells him otherwise. )
As you say.
( makoto shadows him to where he once again stops at the desk; again, he's puzzled by this, but once link explains his thought process, it makes sense enough. )
Though they will need to be dealt with eventually... Yes, that's a good idea.
( makoto leans over link's shoulder surreptitiously to watch as he writes...
remembering his handwriting from his statement to john... on a scale of 1 to 10, how generally legible does it look to the average passerby, or at least to makoto's eye... )
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though world-weary, link is not so fragile. or, at least, that's the sense that makoto gets. he is silent, weighing the stranger's words to see if they were further encumbered with the emotional baggage of one who identified with such a struggle. he would say his observation is inconclusive, but his gut instinct tells him otherwise. )
As you say.
( makoto shadows him to where he once again stops at the desk; again, he's puzzled by this, but once link explains his thought process, it makes sense enough. )
Though they will need to be dealt with eventually... Yes, that's a good idea.
( makoto leans over link's shoulder surreptitiously to watch as he writes...
remembering his handwriting from his statement to john... on a scale of 1 to 10, how generally legible does it look to the average passerby, or at least to makoto's eye... )