[ For better or for worse, Gen simply gives her an exhausted, skeptical look for a moment. Then drones, his voice hoarse: ]
Machines? What the hell are you even talking about.
[ Ciel's a person. One he personally doesn't like, and can't really see eye to eye with. Perhaps one capable of doing monstrous things, if she really can condone the capture and imprisonment of two people without batting an eye. But that's just how people are, aren't they? People are capable of being cold-blooded and cruel when they find it necessary, and Ciel is simply someone with that resolve.
He'd thought he was, too. But it turns out maintaining the same resolve he'd clung to in his hometown is much harder without the person he'd always kept in his thoughts. With just himself to defend, he can't bring himself to care as much.
Gen drops his gaze after a moment and puts down the remaining half of the sandwich. His appetite really has dissipated completely; it feels like anything else he tries to eat will just taste like ash gritting between his teeth. He stares at the plate without really seeing it as he speaks quietly, flatly: ]
... I'll do everything I have to. I've done everything I was supposed to so far, and I'm ready to see things through to the end. But I'm not a soldier, and I just want to know what's going to happen. ... I can't give up on that.
[ If he's going to watch everything go to ruin again, at least this time, he wants to know what's coming. ]
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Machines? What the hell are you even talking about.
[ Ciel's a person. One he personally doesn't like, and can't really see eye to eye with. Perhaps one capable of doing monstrous things, if she really can condone the capture and imprisonment of two people without batting an eye. But that's just how people are, aren't they? People are capable of being cold-blooded and cruel when they find it necessary, and Ciel is simply someone with that resolve.
He'd thought he was, too. But it turns out maintaining the same resolve he'd clung to in his hometown is much harder without the person he'd always kept in his thoughts. With just himself to defend, he can't bring himself to care as much.
Gen drops his gaze after a moment and puts down the remaining half of the sandwich. His appetite really has dissipated completely; it feels like anything else he tries to eat will just taste like ash gritting between his teeth. He stares at the plate without really seeing it as he speaks quietly, flatly: ]
... I'll do everything I have to. I've done everything I was supposed to so far, and I'm ready to see things through to the end. But I'm not a soldier, and I just want to know what's going to happen. ... I can't give up on that.
[ If he's going to watch everything go to ruin again, at least this time, he wants to know what's coming. ]