It's as if he'd almost forgotten where he really was, with their surroundings bringing him back to that dark and lonely pit of despair from his early childhood. Valjean's words seem to settle him, a little. He remembers how he felt in that first ride down to the planet, the pure exhilaration of realizing he was free, really free -- and his eyes get a little less wild, the glassy unfocused haze to them starting to lift somewhat. He sounds calmer when he finally answers.]
You're almost right. But I'm really not a good person. I'm never going to be. Not like you or Akane-chan.
[That's not meant in a self-effacing way. It's just the honest truth, as he perceives it. He just doesn't care in the same way. He'd die or kill for his friends, without a thought, but it doesn't extend past that. He's too selfish, and he doesn't feel particularly motivated to change that about himself.]
I mean look at you, dude. You keep on being fucking nice to me, even when I'm an asshole back.
[He doesn't deserve Valjean's kindness, and yet the old man keeps offering it, over and over. That's the difference between them, and it's a gap he knows he can never bridge.]
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It's as if he'd almost forgotten where he really was, with their surroundings bringing him back to that dark and lonely pit of despair from his early childhood. Valjean's words seem to settle him, a little. He remembers how he felt in that first ride down to the planet, the pure exhilaration of realizing he was free, really free -- and his eyes get a little less wild, the glassy unfocused haze to them starting to lift somewhat. He sounds calmer when he finally answers.]
You're almost right. But I'm really not a good person. I'm never going to be. Not like you or Akane-chan.
[That's not meant in a self-effacing way. It's just the honest truth, as he perceives it. He just doesn't care in the same way. He'd die or kill for his friends, without a thought, but it doesn't extend past that. He's too selfish, and he doesn't feel particularly motivated to change that about himself.]
I mean look at you, dude. You keep on being fucking nice to me, even when I'm an asshole back.
[He doesn't deserve Valjean's kindness, and yet the old man keeps offering it, over and over. That's the difference between them, and it's a gap he knows he can never bridge.]