( right. makoto forgets that kazuya can just summon demons, or something like that. he’s certain he’s mentioned it before, though he’s never seen him do it. if it works, he supposes that would be one way to find a weapon in this place, though the whole concept is still… it’s weird, kazuya. it’s really weird, to propose summoning one of your little demons to give makoto a knife or a sword or an axe or whatever for the express purpose of mutilating you.
and you know it’s weird when makoto thinks it’s weird. )
I… I’ve never tried something like that before.
( he has, by force of necessity, learned how to suture the wound around his neck; he’s also gotten pretty good at applying what he’d learned there to other wounds as well. he knows from that experience that he could figure it out, he at least has the skill, but… would it actually do anything?
as for kazuya’s proposal about the “fusion”… makoto shrinks back a little bit in his seat, looking concerned. )
I don’t know… if I really want to try anything like that. ( how—does he even put something like this into words? i mean, it seems natural not to really want to fuse oneself with entities they don’t really understand, but, ) It seems different than just—putting something on me. That… Would something else then be mixed up into me? Would I, be… any less—myself? I…
( he turns his head, looking away. he catches his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before shaking his head.
it’s his halting answer to perhaps the most pertinent question here that drags makoto’s attention back to him, though it’s just his gaze; he looks at him sidelong out of the corner of his eyes, still uncomfortable-looking where he sits with his back against the backing of his chair, arms tightly crossed, face half-turned away. )Part of you isn’t good enough. ( his tone is cutting, but in a way that’s very characteristic of makoto, it’s him… caring, in his own weird way. ) With what you’re asking me to do… I won’t accept anything less than full confidence that you’re okay with it, that this is what you want. ( something difficult to define softens in his expression, and he continues in a lower tone, ) It’s not like I need wings or anything. ( “especially not if it’s at potential great cost to either you or our friendship,” seems to be the unspoken undercurrent. )
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and you know it’s weird when makoto thinks it’s weird. )
I… I’ve never tried something like that before.
( he has, by force of necessity, learned how to suture the wound around his neck; he’s also gotten pretty good at applying what he’d learned there to other wounds as well. he knows from that experience that he could figure it out, he at least has the skill, but… would it actually do anything?
as for kazuya’s proposal about the “fusion”… makoto shrinks back a little bit in his seat, looking concerned. )
I don’t know… if I really want to try anything like that. ( how—does he even put something like this into words? i mean, it seems natural not to really want to fuse oneself with entities they don’t really understand, but, ) It seems different than just—putting something on me. That… Would something else then be mixed up into me? Would I, be… any less—myself? I…
( he turns his head, looking away. he catches his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before shaking his head.
it’s his halting answer to perhaps the most pertinent question here that drags makoto’s attention back to him, though it’s just his gaze; he looks at him sidelong out of the corner of his eyes, still uncomfortable-looking where he sits with his back against the backing of his chair, arms tightly crossed, face half-turned away. ) Part of you isn’t good enough. ( his tone is cutting, but in a way that’s very characteristic of makoto, it’s him… caring, in his own weird way. ) With what you’re asking me to do… I won’t accept anything less than full confidence that you’re okay with it, that this is what you want. ( something difficult to define softens in his expression, and he continues in a lower tone, ) It’s not like I need wings or anything. ( “especially not if it’s at potential great cost to either you or our friendship,” seems to be the unspoken undercurrent. )