[ He’s given the matter a moment of thought, but he’s ultimately too tired to mull over it for too long. Fuuta’s answer is quiet and hoarse, muted. (Days, weeks, months he’d mulled over it in Milgram. He’s tired. ]
I dunno, alright. … I used to think anyone who did something wrong deserved to be punished, and shouldn’t get to complain. But I dunno any more. Maybe it’s not that simple.
[ Maybe some things are wrong, regardless. Or maybe sometime it’s just not any of his business, what someone’s done wrong, what they deserve.
Esikko might hear the sounds of a mattress creaking and sheets rustling as Fuuta flops over from where he’d been sitting. He inhaled, hesitates, then exhales before speaking. ]
Do you think you deserved it? To be asking me stuff like that. … if you’re trying to say you deserved it, so it’s not my business, then I get that, too. I’ll leave it be.
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[ He’s given the matter a moment of thought, but he’s ultimately too tired to mull over it for too long. Fuuta’s answer is quiet and hoarse, muted. (Days, weeks, months he’d mulled over it in Milgram. He’s tired. ]
I dunno, alright. … I used to think anyone who did something wrong deserved to be punished, and shouldn’t get to complain. But I dunno any more. Maybe it’s not that simple.
[ Maybe some things are wrong, regardless. Or maybe sometime it’s just not any of his business, what someone’s done wrong, what they deserve.
Esikko might hear the sounds of a mattress creaking and sheets rustling as Fuuta flops over from where he’d been sitting. He inhaled, hesitates, then exhales before speaking. ]
Do you think you deserved it? To be asking me stuff like that. … if you’re trying to say you deserved it, so it’s not my business, then I get that, too. I’ll leave it be.