[ To her credit, she does listen with genuine interest at first. The apocalypse, wars, people turning to monsters, the edges of the universe - it's all so fantastical that it feels a mile above her head. But when she begins to think about what's beneath all of Himeka's words, the implications?
That in doing what she thinks is right, doing what Light would think is right, that she would only meet misfortune? That she was doomed to fail? There's a kneejerk pushback against that in her mind, and she tries to find every last little crack and difference between Himeka's description and the own world she came from, divorcing the two from being alike at all in her mind. She can't be wrong. Light couldn't be wrong. ]
Okay, fine, that's a nice story and all.... but I'm not the people from those worlds. And the Regent isn't either. Things don't have to be the same as they were on your... um, star. Thingy. Is it so impossible that someone else might have a better plan, to making an ideal society? I've seen someone change the world for the better without failing— I know it can happen, Himeka.
[ She huffs, rather childishly and stubbornly, though there doesn't seem to be a serious sense of malice just yet. It's more like... a refusal to accept what Himeka is saying as 100% the undeniable truth. Still, she feels she owes it to the other to defend her case, so she continues, providing the very context for her denial. ]
In my world, there were a lot of criminals and evil people who went unpunished everyday. Murderers, abusers, people who took advantage of others.... but one day, someone began punishing all those people, one by one. Passing judgment on them.
[ Misa pauses. The deep, deep sense of appreciation she has for this person is so potent, a hint of it bleeds through their connection, unbidden - if she'd been a fellow Lover, the feeling would have been overwhelming. ]
They could kill almost anyone in the world, at any time. When people realized what they were doing, crime became less common, people began being kinder to each other.... but that person was always held back by people who tried to stop them, who wanted the world to stay the same. If you ask me, the demise comes from the outside, not from in.
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That in doing what she thinks is right, doing what Light would think is right, that she would only meet misfortune? That she was doomed to fail? There's a kneejerk pushback against that in her mind, and she tries to find every last little crack and difference between Himeka's description and the own world she came from, divorcing the two from being alike at all in her mind. She can't be wrong. Light couldn't be wrong. ]
Okay, fine, that's a nice story and all.... but I'm not the people from those worlds. And the Regent isn't either. Things don't have to be the same as they were on your... um, star. Thingy. Is it so impossible that someone else might have a better plan, to making an ideal society? I've seen someone change the world for the better without failing— I know it can happen, Himeka.
[ She huffs, rather childishly and stubbornly, though there doesn't seem to be a serious sense of malice just yet. It's more like... a refusal to accept what Himeka is saying as 100% the undeniable truth. Still, she feels she owes it to the other to defend her case, so she continues, providing the very context for her denial. ]
In my world, there were a lot of criminals and evil people who went unpunished everyday. Murderers, abusers, people who took advantage of others.... but one day, someone began punishing all those people, one by one. Passing judgment on them.
[ Misa pauses. The deep, deep sense of appreciation she has for this person is so potent, a hint of it bleeds through their connection, unbidden - if she'd been a fellow Lover, the feeling would have been overwhelming. ]
They could kill almost anyone in the world, at any time. When people realized what they were doing, crime became less common, people began being kinder to each other.... but that person was always held back by people who tried to stop them, who wanted the world to stay the same. If you ask me, the demise comes from the outside, not from in.