[ Yuji scowls a little, looking up at Fushiguro with an irritated glare. It's not as if that's something he's just going to do, give up on his friend as if his word means nothing - as if whatever Yuji wants doesn't mean anything. He wants to help Fushiguro, to do what he can to protect his sister, to overcome the stupid Culling Game. Giving up on that now? Impossible.
Shaking his head, he looks away, and Fushiguro can probably tell just how upset Yuji is by the suggestion. ]
I might be happy here, but it isn't home. I have things I need to do, and so do you. It's not like this is somewhere I'm going to be forever.
[ He's going to go home and die. That's how it is meant to work. ]
I don't want to hear you say that kind of thing ever again.
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[ Yuji scowls a little, looking up at Fushiguro with an irritated glare. It's not as if that's something he's just going to do, give up on his friend as if his word means nothing - as if whatever Yuji wants doesn't mean anything. He wants to help Fushiguro, to do what he can to protect his sister, to overcome the stupid Culling Game. Giving up on that now? Impossible.
Shaking his head, he looks away, and Fushiguro can probably tell just how upset Yuji is by the suggestion. ]
I might be happy here, but it isn't home. I have things I need to do, and so do you. It's not like this is somewhere I'm going to be forever.
[ He's going to go home and die. That's how it is meant to work. ]
I don't want to hear you say that kind of thing ever again.