[Atsushi stares at Chuuya and his smoking, and he wonders if he should do more smoking, too, but he really doesn't know if he can handle it. He feels vaguely out-of-body as it is.]
I just wanted to help her... That's what it's like, you know. If you grow up suffering, then... you can't ignore other people's suffering. Because you know what it's like.
[The words come out of his mouth, but he doesn't really know where they're coming from, just that they're coming, and he doesn't care to stop them.
Hearing his own words makes him think.]
... Was it like that for you too, Chuuya-san?
[He probably shouldn't ask, but he doesn't care as much about that now as he would normally - and it's not like he's asking for Chuuya's life story, so. It's probably fine. Maybe.]
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[Atsushi stares at Chuuya and his smoking, and he wonders if he should do more smoking, too, but he really doesn't know if he can handle it. He feels vaguely out-of-body as it is.]
I just wanted to help her... That's what it's like, you know. If you grow up suffering, then... you can't ignore other people's suffering. Because you know what it's like.
[The words come out of his mouth, but he doesn't really know where they're coming from, just that they're coming, and he doesn't care to stop them.
Hearing his own words makes him think.]
... Was it like that for you too, Chuuya-san?
[He probably shouldn't ask, but he doesn't care as much about that now as he would normally - and it's not like he's asking for Chuuya's life story, so. It's probably fine. Maybe.]