[ the anger is something that juno can maybe relate to just a bit. being told he's a good person one minute, feeling like he's doing everything absolutely wrong in respect to what could be considered "good." he looks down at his hands, which throughout kagari's explanation - throughout his voice growing angrier and angrier, have curled into fists solidly. ]

Maybe it is bullshit. How's that?

[ there's a laugh, defeated. there's the optimist in juno, all hung out to dry, washed up on the shore of some kind of life-long doubt that's seeped into his lungs, water-logged him. a laugh that's tired and triumphant and... terrible. ]

Maybe it's just one four-letter word that we use to help people feel better. Some... weird unattainable thing that we strive for but can't actually... go and grab onto.

[ regardless. he shrugs. ]

Call me a fool [ oh those words ] but I still think you're a good person, Kagari. And maybe good doesn't mean you always make the right decisions or... do the right things. [ quieter ] Maybe it just means you try.