( that he envies kazuya is something neither of them can control, but it’s not something that poisons the well of their relationship—makoto at the very least understands that kazuya went through a lot to end up as he is now (considering off-hand anecdotes about killing god, and all), so it’s not like he would ever try to insinuate that he didn’t earn the strength he has now. he can’t know how he might have done if their roles had been reversed, if he would have even been able to survive in such an intense situation. his own conflicts had always been tightly personal, never stretching beyond himself to even those closest related to him, let alone country-wide. globally? he’s gotten the sense that a lot of people in the golden peacock contend with such wide-spread threats, and it always makes him feel a bit like the resort plucked him out of hell on accident. at the end of the day, he’s just a nobody.
it’s what kazuya continues to next that makoto struggles more to contend with. they have chips on their shoulders that directly mirror one another’s—where kazuya lionizes humanity, makoto can’t help but feel wary of it, even preferring the company of demons despite their many cruelties and faults. it’s not as though demons haven’t committed their own trespasses against him. J has treated him as little more than a plaything, very nearly up to his breaking point. datenshou had honestly been far kinder of an employer than he expected in the confines of hell, and he knew it wasn’t for show; the incensate always kept in mind the capabilities and wellbeing of his employees. his opinions are far more muddied when it came to the general ranks of demons that had come to visit him, eager to purchase, time, attention, and intimacy; genteel and well-mannered monsters were still monsters. does he agree with kazuya? would he care if the majority of them, those which he had met in hell, disappeared forever?
hm… well, he certainly wouldn’t mourn them. but he’s not sure he would celebrate it either. makoto understands demons—in his eyes, they are almost admirably earnest in the way they pursue their most base and destructive desires. he would always prefer a demon being honest about their cruelty to a human pleading righteous piousness while doing the same; it’s the hypocrisy he sees in many people, tangled in their considerations of morals, that disgusts him so much more. )
But you’re their king, though… Are you just going to ignore them forever?
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it’s what kazuya continues to next that makoto struggles more to contend with. they have chips on their shoulders that directly mirror one another’s—where kazuya lionizes humanity, makoto can’t help but feel wary of it, even preferring the company of demons despite their many cruelties and faults. it’s not as though demons haven’t committed their own trespasses against him. J has treated him as little more than a plaything, very nearly up to his breaking point. datenshou had honestly been far kinder of an employer than he expected in the confines of hell, and he knew it wasn’t for show; the incensate always kept in mind the capabilities and wellbeing of his employees. his opinions are far more muddied when it came to the general ranks of demons that had come to visit him, eager to purchase, time, attention, and intimacy; genteel and well-mannered monsters were still monsters. does he agree with kazuya? would he care if the majority of them, those which he had met in hell, disappeared forever?
hm… well, he certainly wouldn’t mourn them. but he’s not sure he would celebrate it either. makoto understands demons—in his eyes, they are almost admirably earnest in the way they pursue their most base and destructive desires. he would always prefer a demon being honest about their cruelty to a human pleading righteous piousness while doing the same; it’s the hypocrisy he sees in many people, tangled in their considerations of morals, that disgusts him so much more. )
But you’re their king, though… Are you just going to ignore them forever?