@countrfxit from here. / margaret atwood starters.
He only quirks a brow at him before looking away, his gaze having a much easier time focusing on the objects farthest from him. “What, are people like us not allowed to muse?” he begs the question, but he doesn’t expect a real answer at all. “We’re history embodied--we were somebody’s art once, and somebody else’s means to an end.”
Ha, maybe this was too deep for Nagasone--after all, he was much more laidback among the plethora of toudan.
“Don’t worry about me, though, I only felt like sharing some interesting thoughts to pass the time.” He wasn’t about to go bother Ichi-nii for an optimistic answer ( quite frankly, he didn’t want one ). “I should have asked first--sorry about that,” Yagen gives a smile, followed by a half-shrug. “I wonder from time to time who carries on once we eventually break.. not particularly out of fear per se, but it’s morbid curiosity.”
