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[closed] books were burned away, only swords remained

Who: Mickey (

sparsity) & Sushi (

gekkajuu)
What: orphans with issues having cliched meetings
When: Aug. 9 after job opportunity announcements?
Where: the streets of Olympia somewhere
Warning(s): cliche run-ins, orphans with dark pasts...?

There aren't many things that Atsushi really wants, and there are fewer that he'll bother aiming for. After being told he's worthless for almost his entire life, it's still a struggle to let go of believing that to be reality. More than that: it's terrifying to try letting go of that idea, and risking failure so ignominious that it will prove without a doubt that he really is worthless, destroying whatever shreds of hope for the contrary he has left.

Still, Atsushi tries. He's getting a bit better about that; a little bit braver, maybe. So when the opportunity of getting a job at the Simwe Institute is announced, he can't just dismiss it. Had there only been talk of science and none of curiosity about the world's mysteries, he probably wouldn't have even considered working there, but he's eager to find out so many things about this planet, for himself as much as for the benefit of all refugees, where it applies. Besides, he's always been interested in studying. He... really wants a job at the Institute. Even if he's not a scientist, or otherwise accomplished; even if he's still new to this city, and probably doesn't stand a chance of getting hired somewhere so prestigious. He really wants this, almost selfishly so. No matter how much everything inside him screams that it's impossible, and even if the thought of trying and failing makes him feel sick, he wants this job.

One day before he can interview. All right... He's already looked around the public libraries a fair bit in his spare time, but this calls for one final effort to get in as much knowledge as he can before he contacts Evras. After all: what if the man starts asking questions to check if he's smart enough? Or maybe reading a bunch is just a good excuse to distract himself from his nauseating nerves. With a stack of books in his arms and a light scowl of determination on his face, he's on his way home, thinking of far too many things to pay much attention to where he's going.

It happens far too often, to him if not everyone else: he turns a corner, and suddenly someone is right there in front of him, too late to avoid bumping into. Atsushi just barely starts turning to limit the damage, trying to at least protect the books he's holding, but that only messes up his balance, making him fall on his ass.

... Still holding most of the books, at least. Phew... He'd hate to seriously damage any library books.

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In any other instance, Mikazuki's sharp instincts would keep him from taking this big of a misstep. But he's as distracted as he is restless, ironic for why he's out here in the first place. He has no real purpose in prowling the streets like he does, tracking a steady overlap between the residential and market districts, straying just shy of the bright lights and laughter bursting from the entertainment quarter. There's something to be said for the practicality behind never belonging somewhere; Mikazuki could be anywhere and still not feel out of his element. Every place has a pulse and he supposes that doing this is a way of finding it. Olympia is nicer and louder than Chryse, the red city that wasn't so much his home so much as where he grew up too fast.

But a city is a city. It has veins, both beautiful and broken, for him to run through, just like they run in him. If deciding that going to Ashti meant he was going to protect this place, then he knows what he has to do, regardless of whether or not he feels as though he belongs. (He doesn't, but it won't matter. Where he belongs had been wrenched from him, and he'd followed, chased, only to end up here. And that place and purpose are here too, but not with him, instead slumbering against the stars, his heartbeat protected by Darma's hands instead...)

Mikazuki knows how to measure patience against loss and how to never stop moving forward, but it still strikes him right in his gut when he thinks on it. And forward is what leads him to round a corner and smack right into a stranger. He grunts with the force of it, only staying upright thanks to how sturdy he is. Reflexes make him snap out to save the handful of falling items before the person carrying them. He manages one, but the other clatters to the ground in a flutter of — pages?

"Are you okay?"

Kneeling, Mikazuki props one knee against the ground as he goes to retrieve the person and their cargo. Except when he picks up the fallen book, he's momentarily distracted by the sight of it. He weighs both of them in his hands, more than a little captivated.

It's typical, really. The harder Atsushi tries, the harder he fails - even if it's just at something as simple as walking home with some books, apparently. Attempting to protect the books in his arms, he has no way to break his fall, but it's hardly the most pain he's ever felt. His main concern would normally be for the person he ran into, but since the young man is still firmly on his feet, as a quick glance confirms, that can wait for a while. The books are at more risk right now - and the moment Atsushi realizes that, he lets out a little 'ah!' and scrambles to his knees, looking between the fallen book and the stack in his arms as if he can magically add the one back to the others. He could put the books on the ground, but... it seems disrespectful - and especially so after already all but tossing them around - so he just flails pointlessly for a second.

"I'm fine..." He'll have some bruises, probably, but that's no big deal - and anyway, this was his own fault, so nobody should have to worry about him over something like that. "I'm very sorry! And thank you..." After all that, the person he ran into was helping him by picking up the fallen book - and he'd actually caught another, hadn't he? He's not giving them back yet, though... Still, Atsushi isn't worried so much as curious about his reaction.

"... Are you... interested in books?"

Thumbs poised on the cover of the topmost book, the question almost passes Mikazuki by until the words really sink in, causing him to lean back, shoulders relaxing beyond his initial surprise.

"These are..." Mikazuki trails off, only for a second, "Real books?"

With both of them upright and all the books safe and sound between them, Mikazuki doesn't feel like his attention is misplaced. Everything had been digitized where he's from. There were no books, maps, or charts that someone like him could lay their hands on like this. Maybe Mikazuki would prefer to have the cool gloss of a screen beneath his fingertips while reading, even if only for familiarity's sake, but just being able to hold something like this is rare, and he knows it. Even Thesa had seemed like that. Eventually, his gaze peels away to rise up to Atsushi.

"I've never seen one before."

Well, that answers that... Atsushi has met some unusual people from unusual worlds - not that his own is any less strange, of course! - but somewhere without books? That's a new one on him. Even his shitty orphanage had books.

"Mhm. Very much real." From anyone else, the words might have been sarcastic; from Atsushi, they carry a certain calm weight from how seriously they're uttered. Rare or not, books are Serious Business.

"... I take it you're not from around here, either?" After all, books seem normal enough, here. He offers the other a little smile, then. There's a certain bond in having been through the same end-of-the-world routine, even if their origins were probably very different. "I'm the same. My name's Atsushi... If you want to leaf through those books, go ahead! I'll need them eventually, but I still have these others..."

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That's a question that makes reality sink its teeth in a little further, shaking Mikazuki from his reverie at getting to touch real paper. He'd only ever seen it a few times before now. Home seems so far, but its influence is heavy. That's right. Abundance was everywhere here. In trees, plants, water, fire. All the trees meant that they could afford to produce paper and books like this. They'd only feel precious to a few. With a light touch, much lighter than it looks like Mikazuki is capable of, he runs his fingertips over the covers.

"No," he replies, voice dropping. "I came down from the moon too."

A refugee. Despite the lowering of his voice, Mikazuki supposes he feels a little lighter for knowing the boy across from him is also in his situation. Atsushi's offer makes a meandering, hesitant noise bear down in his throat, books tipping in his grasp.

"Mikazuki," is his way of introducing himself likewise before continuing. "It's okay. I probably wouldn't be able to read them well."

Matter-of-fact, unabashed about having to admit that as a way of declining.

"But if you're taking them somewhere, I can carry a few."

He wouldn't be able to read them well...? The conclusion seems obvious (at least, it does when combined with some bias about how important books are), but Atsushi is hesitant to draw it out loud. He needs at least a moment or two to make sure he's not making assumptions.

Meanwhile, he should really decline the help - he'll just be a burden, and it's not even necessary! - but that would also mean saying goodbye already, and Atsushi is curious about Mikazuki, and his fellow refugees in general (and people in general, for that matter).

"If you're not too busy, I'd appreciate that. I can make you some tea, if you'd like? To thank you."

He gets up, balancing the few books he still has; Mikazuki can carry the ones he's holding. Since he seems so interested, it would feel a little rude to take them from him, anyway.

"Mikazuki-kun, when you said you wouldn't be able to read them well, what did you mean? Do you have dyslexia?" It seems a gentler conclusion than the obvious. He may as well put his question as carefully as he can.

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That there's a counter-offer makes his expression visibly shift. Aside from the odd encounter here and there or his roommates, Mikazuki has mostly kept to himself aside from what was needed to prove his allegiance to Thesa, or Olympia. Connecting to other refugees hasn't been a priority, but the consideration flickers fast through his mind, making him push to a stand, books still in hand.

"Okay. I'll go with you."

Besides, he doesn't remember the last time someone had put a warm drink in front of him.

He gives his knees a quick dusting off and straightens again, shifting the books in his hands easily. There's something nice about the way they feel, how they weigh in his grasp. He waits for Atsushi to start off towards their destination so he can follow, humming in thought at the question.

"No, it's because I never learned to read," he replies, maybe too bluntly in comparison to the delicate way the question had been posed. "Not until... about two years ago."

Given that he looks a decent way into his teens, it's a late start. And one broken by other responsibilities, never something he could dedicate himself to fully.

With a happy smile at having his offer accepted, Atsushi starts leading the way to his 'house'. It's simple, the way all of them are, and it's close to the others, too, even if they're not exactly neighbors.

He was half expecting Mikazuki's reply, but it's so different that it's still a shock - and the blunt delivery doesn't help. If Mikazuki had seemed ashamed, Atsushi might have acted like there was nothing strange at all about not learning to read, but the lack of embarrassment is almost more of a shock than the facts are.

"Never?!" Er, okay, not never. Just until two years ago. But that's still plenty late to learn how to read, no matter what Mikazuki's exact age is! "Were there no schools where you're from?"

"There were schools." That comes easily enough too. He stays honest, not thinking to use an omission of truth as a buffer to make himself look like something he's not. Denying it never even crosses his mind. "It's just that it cost money to go."

Even those who had parents were at a disadvantage in the larger, more downtrodden parts of the city he grew up in. There was no guaranteeing anything in Chryse beyond the gates of its pearly, luxurious center — not that families would stay as such, or that assets couldn't be lost, that there wasn't debt, or danger. So much of that possibility had become normalized that truly normal things, like school, were pushed farther back on the scale of what was possible.

"I see..." Money, the age-old problem. Atsushi certainly knows what it's like to be poor. Even after being found by Dazai and getting a job at the Agency, he'd been extremely careful about the money he earned, a little too afraid of becoming penniless again. Well... he has to admit that rooming with Kyouka had messed up his careful budgeting somewhat. It was hard to deny her the tasty things she wanted.

"I'm from an orphanage myself, so there was never any money... but since the government made some level of education compulsory, even the orphanage couldn't get out of it completely." The occasional bouts of torture and being chained up for days notwithstanding. Suddenly Atsushi feels rather lucky for having had the opportunity to learn how to read - though he tries to cut off that train of thought there. His feelings about his past are complicated enough without feeling lucky about anything that happened to him in that place. "I can't imagine how I would have managed there without books..."

Though Mikazuki keeps pace, his body language steady and amicable, there's a certain stillness to him as he listens. His gaze stays trained forward but his attention is a wild, tangible thing, reigned in an subdued by what Atsushi is describing to him. Or sharing with him, rather.

"Orphanages were sought after at home," he starts in, still obviously gathering his thoughts. "Since it meant you didn't have to be on the street. But it was more just a place for little ones to go, if someone could afford to send them." Mikazuki separates orphanages and schooling into two separate entities, though the principle was mostly the same. Only those who had the means to buy that kind of safety and education could have it. Several boys he worked with, even those much younger, had siblings they were keeping in orphanages, or planning to send to school with what meager salaries they had. Biscuit had been that way. Takaki, too.

"If you couldn't do that, finding work was the easiest way to live."

But it's not like he had to have an education for that, either.

It's hard for Atsushi to imagine wanting to send someone to an orphanage... but then, most orphanages were probably better than the one he'd grown up in, and living on the streets was certainly worse. He's always known that Japan was a highly civilized country, but he's never felt it quite so urgently as he does now.

"Is that what you did, Mikazuki-kun?" Working, he means. "That's very impressive... Where I'm from, it's really hard to get a job if you don't have some kind of connections or special skills. Especially when you're young."

Orphanages were good, safe places in Chryse. But like anything else, they were a privilege. One that had price attached, not only in money but the body someone like him might have had to put on the line to earn it. Mikazuki nods once, tilting the books in his grasp to consider them again.

"There were ways to gain skills." Even without an education. "Especially because they weren't really proper jobs."

But it still paid, and it filled up the gap in between a choice he made and the path he chose to enact it. Maybe it'd just brought him here in the end, but... speaking of here. Mikazuki lifts his gaze to see the residential district.

"Which one?"

Gain skills? Of course that's necessary no matter what, but the way Mikazuki says it sounds a little -...

Well, it's probably not worth prying about, especially since they've arrived. "Over there!" His arms occupied, Atsushi gives a little bow of his head in the right direction. "Number 45. Mr. Foster lives there, too, but I think he'll be out at this time."

Okay, opening the door... He should have really thought ahead, instead of dragging all these books around! Moving them over onto one arm, Atsushi rests his chin on top of the stack to keep the books from falling, using his newly freed arm to find his key and open the door.

"I'm home~!" he declares, just in case Foster isn't out after all. (And, okay, maybe Atsushi just likes saying it... It's nice to have a home.) There's no one in sight, though, and Atsushi kicks off his shoes before going further into the house, putting his books on a table with a sigh (phew, those were surprisingly heavy...) and rolling his shoulders. "All right, I'll make some tea. Please make yourself comfortable, Mikazuki-kun."

There's nothing all that remarkable about the house: it's clean and tidy, both occupants being quiet and fairly private people. Still, it's small enough to count as cozy, and it's clearly lovingly lived in - for Atsushi's part, if nothing else.

Mikazuki follows Atsushi inside without too much fanfare, though he does look momentarily confused about him taking off his shoes before getting too far in. Watching him closely, Mikazuki decides — well, why not? And follows suit, peeling his boots off and leaving them by the door. Shifting the books forward in his arms, he slides them onto the stack already adorning the table. Only then does he swivel to take a look around.

All the housing units were different, it seems like. He hasn't seen two that have looked the same, but they're not bad. Better condition than the barracks he was used to, though lacking the familiarity.

"Anywhere is okay, right?"

He asks even while sliding down into a seat at the same table. Carefully, he pulls one the books down again. Maybe he can't read it, but that doesn't stop him from touching the lettering on the cover and flipping the pages with his thumb.

"So many."

Pages, that is. All real paper, real ink.

Before long, Atsushi comes back from the tiny kitchen with two cups of tea, and a small plate with some cookies. They're nothing special, only lightly sweetened and very hard, but they stay good for a while, and they're filling enough that Atsushi uses them for a quick breakfast sometimes - which makes them easy to keep stocked, even if he doesn't exactly receive guests often.

It's really touching, somehow, to see Mikazuki with the books, and Atsushi can't help but smile. Even for himself, books will always have something magical about them. "You should visit the library sometime. There are more books there than could ever fit in this house." He puts his tray down next to the books, and sits down himself. "Here you go."

With a nod, he murmurs a thanks as he takes the offered cup, liking the feel of warm ceramic against his palm. He sets it down and twists it around in his left hand with an odd, pointed kind of dexterity, then lifts it to take a sip. A cookie follows, because he's not shy about food in the least.

"A library? Then that's a place for books?"

He's sure he's heard the term before somewhere, but it must have been fleeting. In those last months, he'd pushed a lot of memories out of his head — everything that wasn't needed immediately. Everything that wasn't survival. Crunching on the bite he's taken, he lets the cookie stay half in his mouth, talking about it because he doesn't have a lot of manners.

"Mostly everything is digital where I'm from. Like this."

Mikazuki reaches aside to fish in his pocket for his mobile.

"Yes! A library is a collection of books that is available to the general public, or sometimes just to members. You can read the books there, but often you can take them home for a while, as well."

Watching Mikazuki talk with a cookie in his mouth is a little funny, but Atsushi isn't planning to correct his manners. That kind of thing is not important here and now, anyway.

"It was the same where I'm from! But regular books were still used more than the digital kind. There's just something about a real book... or maybe it's just nostalgia." He holds his own cup, feeling its warmth in his hands. Maybe in the end it's the same kind of tactile comfort. "And, with a real book, you don't have to worry about your battery running out."

"Oh, battery." It's a good point, especially here, though Mikazuki is used to power basically anywhere. Because everything was digitized, even how he connected with machines to work, that was the one constant, no matter how bad things got. Taking another bite of cookie, he reaches up to remove the remainder from his mouth finally. "A library must look amazing."

Closing the cover with a soft snap, Mikazuki glances towards the rest of the books, still stacked off to the side.

"What were you studying with these?"

"It really does. There's something about seeing a whole wall of books... It's somehow more artistic than a painting."

So much knowledge; so much to discover. Maybe Atsushi never thought he'd have the chance to go on an actual adventure growing up, but books had been more than enough of a replacement for him. It's kind of funny that they still work that way, even now that he's gone on very real adventures...

"Oh, I've been trying to learn a little more about this planet, its stories and its nature... and then I saw that there are job openings at the Simwe Institute - that seems to be the foremost scientific institute, here. Starting tomorrow, we can apply for a job, and I thought I'd be as prepared as I could possibly be, just in case I get any difficult questions..." He looks at the stack of books, and offers a sheepish smile. "I may have overdone it a little."

With an appraising noise, Mikazuki patiently waits until he's done explaining his reasoning for the sheer amount of books. His gaze roves over them from the edge of his teacup as he takes a sip.

"Oh, the Institute." That's right, the other jobs that were posted. "I didn't think to read about any of that," Mikazuki admits, though he thinks it's a fine idea. "It's true that this planet is really amazing though. Like the weather... and water. So much grows here."

It would be one thing to simply be on this planet just to look as an outsider, but Mikazuki had seen firsthand after the drop onto the surface that it would be so much more to them. A place to explore and use, where resources were plentiful. Its stories might take a longer while to really find a place in him and his interests, but El Nysa itself — he's never seen anything like it, not even Earth.

"Right?" Atsushi smiles. "I work at the market sometimes - though it's mostly loading and unloading, things like that - and it's quite an experience to see all the produce there. Back home had more than enough food as well, but something about this place just feels... plentiful?"

They may have very different reasons for feeling the way they do, but Atsushi agrees wholeheartedly. Still, he'll relativize.

"Maybe it was bound to feel that way, after our time in space."

"So there's work like that too," he hums, setting his cup back down with low clunk against the table. "I should take a look sometime."

There's not much he can actively do besides fight, and even then, he gets the feeling that Ashti would prefer that patrol-work stays just that. A weird duality, but one he's not unfamiliar with: wishing for a peace to protect but losing the purpose to fight in that instance also. But heavy lifting is something up his alley. After spending years with half of him dark and inert, moving his body feels good.

At the mention of space, he looks up.

"You'd never been in space before?"

"It doesn't make a lot of money, but it's better than nothing. And sometimes you get to take some food home for cheap." Which is most of why he does it; that, and to keep busy, to feel useful. He's glad that he's found a job at all.

But he still wants to try for a job at the Institute. It's too much to hope for, but even so - no, maybe because of that - he's determined to try.

The question shocks him out of that thought process. "No... You have?"

Being something of an unsung workaholic, the prospect of nabbing more tasks to fill his time with is attractive, whether or not there's anything in it for him. He's not used to not having a larger goal to stare down or work towards, and restlessness is a difficult state for him to swallow down and accept. He can't let himself get more frustrated with things.

But he can nod easily enough with that question to rein him in.

"Yeah. I've traveled through it a lot."

"I see... There really are people from all sorts of places among the refugees." It might have been insulting, but it's said with admiration if anything. Not anybody could travel through space, Atsushi is sure! "Where I'm from, only the smartest and best-trained scientists can travel into space."

He's still a little weirded out about having been on a space station, himself. Being on a planet - any planet - feels like a requirement for having a home... or at least building a new one for himself.

While not the most socially graceful, Mikazuki can separate out the subtleties between awe and judgment, nodding. Maybe he's a little quicker and more sensitive on the uptake than he lets on. "I thought that it seemed like there weren't a lot of people who liked being on Thesa."

Just beyond the obvious — the fact that they were displaced and gathered someplace new with only bits and pieces of home to get them by. No, it ran deeper than that, he's sure. There's nothing that runs as deep or far or as vast as space.

"It was new to a lot of people, no doubt. Not that it was bad, but compared to a planet, it feels... limited."

Atsushi stares at his tea, trying to put his emotions into words a little better.

"Personally, I'm happier in Olympia. We can start to build a life for ourselves here, and we're getting more opportunities for that than could normally be expected for new arrivals."

"Happier," Mikazuki repeats, as if he has to sound out how that word tastes in his mouth to take meaning from it. "It does seem like there's a lot of chances here."

More open and easier to run his fingertips across, if he so chose. Back home, every chance had to be fought for, seized, and run with. However far it took to get to safety with it, even if that time never came.. There just hadn't been space for him, whether it was a war of attrition or just a single flash in the dark that was capable of taking everything away.

"When we landed, I was sure it was only me thinking this way. That we had it easy."

Despite the fact that they'd literally been sent crashing down.

"I don't know if I thought we had it easy... There were still so many unknowns, back then. Even after the VR simulations, there was no telling what the planet was really like, or the city we were sent to..."

There are still many unknowns, for that matter, but the basics have worked themselves out remarkably well. Atsushi has set himself some goals, and while he's not exactly thriving yet, he's definitely managing - which is a lot better than he would have expected of himself.

"But even back then, it felt like... we'd finally gotten started. We could finally begin our new lives - and we were all in it together." He'd felt part of the group without expecting anything from others or having anything expected of him - though he'd still tried to help where he could. He doesn't think he ever felt like a part of something bigger so effortlessly before.

Before speaking, Mikazuki watches the subtle lay of the expression Atsushi makes when he talks. So many people hadn't been ready to accept this new life because he supposes they were still grieving for what they'd lost to the Storm. He can't help but think this sort of thing might be rare — he might not know the reason, but there was nothing to grieve for his part, so he can understand at least partially.

Knowing the effect of his gaze, its color and sharpness, he lowers it to look into his teacup, the liquid inside moving faintly from being between his hands.

"What I mean is this... there was no one to tell us that this planet wasn't for us." Mikazuki isn't the kind to mince his words, but it's obvious he's being a little kinder in regards to what his situation was like by framing it this way. "We could drink water from where we found it, we could gather up food. Sleep wherever we wanted, or light fires to keep warm."

Not a single force to tell them those basic necessities weren't free, or afforded to them because of where they stood.

"I never thought about what starting a new life would mean." Not even when he'd made his bet with Darma, when he'd clawed his way out of metallic howling and darkness to take her offering. He looks aside again, to the innocuous stack of books. "But this is already a lot to have."

There's obviously a lot that's going unsaid, and Atsushi studies Mikazuki's expression as he talks, as if he might learn a little more from it. He doesn't, not directly, but even looking at him freely feels like it offers some kind of basic connection. Atsushi has many faults, but he's always been particularly sensitive to the atmosphere; to everything not being said; to subtle hints and hidden meanings. That's what abuse will do to you, making you desperate to see the signs so that maybe, just maybe, you can prevent what happens next.

"It really is." It is so much to have, and Atsushi treasures all of it. Maybe he's not from the same kind of situation as Mikazuki - and he decides not to dig into that any further, not wanting to force Mikazuki to dwell on anything unpleasant - but he, too, feels incredibly welcomed here. He genuinely feels like he owes this city for taking him in.

"... I learned a lot from books. When I was at the orphanage, every day I was told that I was worthless; that it would be better if I died." There's a trace of sadness in the words, but just as much embarrassment. One day, he hopes to prove them wrong, but so far, that battle is only just beginning. It's always a little embarrassing to tell someone this truth, as if they might not realize it otherwise - or, worse, they might deny it. Somehow that only feels like it emphasizes the truth of it all, Atsushi not able to agree. "Books are the only thing that let me discover that there is more than that. They showed me so many people going through all sorts of situations, having all kinds of thoughts and feelings..."

While he wouldn't say he'd been looking for an agreement, just voicing what he thought was true about the situation, the fact that he gets one quiets him. It doesn't take that many clues or emotional depth to recognize when someone has been treated similarly. He reminds him of Takaki, a little. Someone whose sweetness seemed all the more pronounced for the hardship he'd endured. That was life — fists against the crests of their cheeks, batons cracking over backs. Some were stern, some were angry, some still sought leverage. Some, like him, weighed anger against patience.

And some were just gentler for it.

"Whether or not you should die isn't something for someone else to decide," Mikazuki replies first, perhaps focusing on the wrong part of the conversation. It sticks with him as something he's had to choose, over and over. "But it's good that you had something to help."

What Atsushi describes doesn't sound all that dissimilar to why he'd wanted to read in the first place... he reaches out to the books sitting on the table again.

"Being able to read is supposed to make your world bigger."

"It does make your world bigger." Which is part of why he's trying, very subtly, to urge Mikazuki to read, even if Mikazuki may not be very good at it yet. He seems to be a good kid, but he's also missing something, similar to the way Atsushi is. No, maybe everyone is the same that way, missing a certain something that they always have to keep looking for...

"It's never possible to experience the same as everyone else in the world, and even talking about ourselves with others, when we manage to, comes with limitations... Reading about other people is different. Even if sometimes they're just made-up people, it gives you some kind of connection. It lets you understand other people, if only a little."

He glances over at his stack of books. Admittedly, the ones he took out this time aren't really the sort he's talking about... but then, even learning about nature makes you connect more, doesn't it?

"Maybe it's naive, but... I think if everybody tried to understand each other a bit better, there would be a lot less suffering in the world."

"It is naïve," he agrees with the same muted severity. For better or worse, he doesn't sound like he means it as an insult. "Understanding doesn't protect anyone on a battlefield."

And that's all he's ever known, all he has to fall back on when it comes to interacting with the world around him. Whether he's just holding a conversation or looking for something to give him direction. Olympia seems peaceful, but even Mikazuki knows that it's not guaranteed. Still, his focus doesn't linger on something so commonplace for him, pulling a book from the stack, bound in green leather.

"I've never tried to read something about another person. What does it mean when you say made-up?"

All his reading was related to vegetables and farming.

"But it can prevent a battlefield, by avoiding the situation that led to it in the first place." Yes, it's still naive - but it's a naivety he needs. To believe the best in people, at least to a point; to simply keep hoping. His words are just as serious as Mikazuki's, even if their contents are completely different. "If I understand your point of view, maybe I don't have to fight you over it. If I understand that a battle will lead to people getting hurt and maybe dying - if I understand the impact that will have on so many people - maybe I'll reconsider."

It's not that he can't understand Mikazuki's stance as well - to a point. Atsushi is aware of the weaknesses, the flaws in his own attitude: apart from anything else, it makes him dependent on other people's cooperation and good will, which is as fickle as anything. But he refuses to give up on it. He has to believe that people are good on some level; that good people exist.

"Do you have anything like fairy tales, where you're from? It's like that: the story tells of people who never actually existed, or never did the things the story says they did - but they might have been real, and they could have done those things." Describing fiction is unexpectedly awkward, but that just makes it more important for Atsushi to try. "It's like a 'what if' story."

"If everyone was kind like you, maybe that'd be true."

If it was possible to see to the edge of a battlefield and the place that lies beyond it at all, for that matter. That was the same battle he'd lost, the one that took everything. And for the strength inherent in what he's saying and how much he believes it, instinct and drive burning without end, the color of that defeat also tinges his voice. He'd already seen the worst of humanity, making his idea of a fight worth anything at all run hollow. But his failings don't have a place at this table that he thinks he can find, so he leaves it there, quiet and succinct, more a compliment than maybe he realizes.

"I've heard a little about fairytales, but I don't understand them very well. They sounded kind of... impossible."

Without realizing that's the point, speaking of hope having a place also.

It really is a compliment, but maybe that's the problem: even now, compliments will often make Atsushi uncomfortable, confronting him with how he doesn't feel he deserves that kind of praise. But in this case, at least, he has a clear answer to give.

"I don't know if anyone is kind by nature. But I think anyone can make the decision to be kind."

Atsushi can't give up on that, just as he can't give up on trying to see the best in ~~most~~ people. He doesn't know himself if it's a good thing; it probably just makes him weak for needing that kind of hope. But he really does need it, desperately. He's always needed it, and he's only come to need it more since he was cast out of the orphanage. Maybe he's talking high and mighty about imagining different things and the like, but he fears finding out that there really is no foundation for his hope more than anything. He still fears finding out that the headmaster was right about him, even if he's come to learn why the headmaster said those terrible things to him.

But... so far he's only seen his hope confirmed. And that makes it worth clinging to all the more. If he just clings hard enough, maybe this truth for the future will undo less pleasant truths of the past.

"Well, if it's a what-if story, it doesn't matter if it's impossible, as long as it makes you think. Or, rather... sometimes it's easier to think about if it's impossible." It's hard to explain himself in a way he thinks Mikazuki will understand, but he's determined to try. "For example: if the story was about a bad politician from your own world, you'd already know exactly what you feel. You wouldn't be open to thinking about it anymore. But if the story is about an evil king who turns out to be cursed, his actions having a reason even if they are terrible, maybe you'd be willing to try to see his point."

Those words still him. Mikazuki quiets, and while stretches of silence aren't that unusual for him, it reaches down into his body as well — the lay of his shoulders, how he holds his arms and hands. Maybe it's the single thing he's really understood on a personal level throughout this conversation. It'd never been an option for him, as surely as iron still grips his spine and bleeds up into the blue of his eyes, but he'd chosen to be the way he is. That Atsushi could decide to be kind just like Mikazuki had decided to kill and destroy to get where he wanted...

Well, it rings too honestly in him for him to try and undermine. Mikazuki may not always have kindness on his side, he might be exhausted by trying to conceptualize it, but he's not cruel enough to tear into someone innocent for the injustices he's faced. It's not in him to be selfish. Closing his eyes, he breathes through his nose once.

Anyone can make a decision. That was right.

So he doesn't contest it, his silence in light of the statement maybe speaking more than his attempt at words might. It means he can focus on the other attempt Atsushi is making, sensing that it isn't very easy to explain.

"It sounds hard to understand like this." Honest, but thoughtful. "Maybe I should try to read something like that after all."

Maybe having a choice is no more than a hope, too, a wish more than reality most of the time. But hope like that is important. It's been said that happiness is about what you have to look forward to, rather than what you have in this moment. If that's true, then something to strive for is even more important for those in despair - and yet those in despair need to effect change to see their happiness achieved. They need a sense of agency, of choice and an effect of their choices, to be able to believe in happiness.

Atsushi isn't a good person. Maybe nobody is good by nature. But Atsushi knows the importance of being kind to others, of trying to be a good person. So that's what he does. Everyone had given up on him, in the past; he's his own last line of defense, weak though it may be.

"If you're curious to see a library anyway, maybe we could go together sometime? We could try to find a suitable book for you together." Atsushi has already read up on local legends a little; he thinks he knows how to navigate that area of the library. "Well... I'll have to study and try to get this job, first." They may need to put it off for a day or two - but Atsushi is than willing, if Mikazuki is interested.

Turning the question over in his mouth, Mikazuki doesn't answer immediately. Even all the reading he'd learned to do at home was for a purpose — for learning to grow things successfully in a harsh climate, so he could help Tekkadan prosper. Reading would have helped them work towards the honest lives they sought. Or it would have, had he succeeded. He's sure he thought those things at one point, before the idea of a future waned, falling out of focus until there was only the immediate moments, and then... nothing.

But he's never been a coward, never not wanted to take the next step towards something, even if he's not sure where forward is when he's on his own like this.

"If you're sure, then," he starts, not so much hesitating as measuring his next words a bit more quietly. "I wouldn't mind taking a look."

Lifting his cup, he finishes off his tea with a small nod.

"Ashti had a mission for me too, so maybe after that." Whatever he might find in the library, he won't know unless he goes. Pushing his heels on the floor, he scoots his chair back, motions brief but somehow soft as if in recognition that he's still taking up space in someone's home. No matter how brusque he is, those things still matter. "It's really important, so I'll let you study."

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Atsushi looks up, a little surprised at the sudden goodbye - but it really is for the best, for both of them.

"Of course! Good luck with the mission."

Right, studying... For a brief moment there, he'd forgotten, not what he has to do, but how incredibly nervous he feels about it. He eyes the books with a soft sigh. Maybe he really did bite off more than he could chew...

But he made a friend, and that's quite something!

"Let me know when you're available, okay?"

Mikazuki can tell he's been abrupt and that splinters the moment somewhat, but he's not used to being shown unequivocal kindness. It's not Atsushi's fault that it has a wayward tendency to sink to the pit of his stomach and burn after a while, making him restless with an energy he doesn't know how to reciprocate right away. It's better to be up and moving in that case. Really, it's always been like that.

But somewhere in between climbing to his feet and pushing in his chair, he stops.

"Don't worry," he says, seemingly unprompted. "If this is something you really want, you'll be able to do it."

No matter how taciturn he is, or maybe because he is, he can pour strength and honesty into whatever he says. However he might be feeling, he believes that. With a nod, he turns to go.

"Good luck yourself. When we're both done, we can go to the library."

And, a little quieter, more thoughtful:

"It'll be nice to see."

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