[Would you believe it? Neither is Fukawa. Human touch is as foreign to her as a stroll on Mars. The singular exception is one oblivious schoolgirl, but Komaru Naegi is still alive. How that's possible when Fukawa can't make sure she doesn't walk into an open manhole is a mystery, but the point stands. In any other circumstance she'd still be hunching away in her seat. Maybe she'd have bolted by now.
Yet whatever spell has taken hold of her puts her too much at ease. She doesn't notice him stiffen, she doesn't think about the impropriety. Only that it feels better to be here than anywhere else, and he hasn't said one cruel thing since he sat down.]
Maybe that's the real reason we're here. [She nibbles her lip.] It's hardly equivalent to our s-situation, but there's the concept of karma and rebirth in Buddhism. Once you die in one life, you're r-reborn into one of six realms. Into which and in wh-what form depends on what you've done with your life — that's called karma. Eventually you want to achieve enlightenment and leave the cycle of reincarnation, but it's incredibly difficult. Living c-completely virtuously isn't always an option.
[To say the least. She had wondered if being tied to Syo dragged her down to this cesspool. Or if it was her own miserly, selfish tendencies. That she hadn't been willing to turn herself in, once she'd matched the tallies on her legs with the death toll on the news. That she'd let the Killing Game carry on and shunned her classmates, instead of taking Naegi's stance and helping hold them together.
Where's that tea? Fukawa pulls off Dimitri to take a second sip, and the worry wilts away. What was in this stuff?]
Obviously w-we're still ourselves, so it's not the same thing. But, maybe...we're meant to help. Don't you think?
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Yet whatever spell has taken hold of her puts her too much at ease. She doesn't notice him stiffen, she doesn't think about the impropriety. Only that it feels better to be here than anywhere else, and he hasn't said one cruel thing since he sat down.]
Maybe that's the real reason we're here. [She nibbles her lip.] It's hardly equivalent to our s-situation, but there's the concept of karma and rebirth in Buddhism. Once you die in one life, you're r-reborn into one of six realms. Into which and in wh-what form depends on what you've done with your life — that's called karma. Eventually you want to achieve enlightenment and leave the cycle of reincarnation, but it's incredibly difficult. Living c-completely virtuously isn't always an option.
[To say the least. She had wondered if being tied to Syo dragged her down to this cesspool. Or if it was her own miserly, selfish tendencies. That she hadn't been willing to turn herself in, once she'd matched the tallies on her legs with the death toll on the news. That she'd let the Killing Game carry on and shunned her classmates, instead of taking Naegi's stance and helping hold them together.
Where's that tea? Fukawa pulls off Dimitri to take a second sip, and the worry wilts away. What was in this stuff?]
Obviously w-we're still ourselves, so it's not the same thing. But, maybe...we're meant to help. Don't you think?