[Mamoru shrugs at that. Nature as a whole, forests in particular, tended to be beautiful for a reason - green is a color that is naturally registered by your eyes, no strain is necessary for a human being to process it. It's an automatic tranquility bringer. Mamoru knew that even before he lost his sight.
But the thing Mamoru enjoyed about nature being beautiful is that it's... doing its own thing, an act of nonchalance that has very little to do with human whims.
Which is basically why he feels that this place is all wrong. Nature isn't exactly giving, and if humans survived before they had any massive tools it's because they learned to respect that.]
Wasn't talking about aesthetics. [He snorts.] But shouldn't there be such a thing as too right, for something so natural?
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But the thing Mamoru enjoyed about nature being beautiful is that it's... doing its own thing, an act of nonchalance that has very little to do with human whims.
Which is basically why he feels that this place is all wrong. Nature isn't exactly giving, and if humans survived before they had any massive tools it's because they learned to respect that.]
Wasn't talking about aesthetics. [He snorts.] But shouldn't there be such a thing as too right, for something so natural?