In truth, a lot of his summers are better spent with his dear friend Nia– it detracted from the monotony of cycling from the late-winter scheduling to the spring scheduling. It’s a somewhat peculiar sensation– that being around another in this way can make him feel so… normal.
Especially when his life has been anything but, between being more or less born into his family’s criminal legacy after his impromptu adoption and spending the entirety of his life behind these walls. He’s uncomfortably aware of his eccentricities and abnormalities– oh how he yearns for a less complicated life; one where he could cohabitate and coexist with strangers without all of the hostility and discomfort. In a way, being friends with Nia– it was objectively perfect for that reason alone, and oftentimes, in his worst of mindsets, it was the only reason HARI even bothered pursuing any semblance of “friendship” with this one.
Vivid sapphire eyes slowly crack open upon being addressed, blinking back to awareness as he glances over towards Nia questioningly. Oops, he must have begun to doze off… Between the fresh, cool breeze and the steady warmth of dappled rays of sunlight, it’s hard not to feel drowsy.
On one hand, it wasn’t a particularly pleasant topic, his childhood– in fact, he often preferred to omit any acknowledgement of the circumstances of his upbringing; he denies any notion of even existing prior to the SHIE HASSAIKAI. Yet… On the other… it’s a harmless question. More importantly… With the life he lives in service to Kai, realistically, he doesn’t have long to live. Eventually, he will exhaust his purpose, and subsequently be “retired” from his service.
“... I wanted to be a doctor. I dreamed of helping others.” HARI murmurs, a faint, amused smile pulling at the corners of his pale lips. “I, ah… I enjoy caring for others in their moments of vulnerability. I suppose… that I enjoyed the whimsical assumption that doctors made people… feel better. Especially when I possessed such a harmful mutation.”
“... I did not dream very much. I still don’t. I may not possess the imagination for it.”
