You're going to drown yourself like that. ... Sheesh, Haru. You're really something.
[ It's a complaint that lacks any heat, the sort of tepid response that comes of acceptance. Maybe resignation, even, although he isn't at all consoled by the affirmative when it lends further legitimacy toward the notion that his mind isn't entirely playing tricks on him. Makoto isn't playing toward deception in the slightest when he intertwines his palms in his lap, staring past Haru at some indiscriminate point above his head. ]
I know it sounds silly, but do you know anything about me? Like who I used to be, or how we knew each other.
[ A long, weight pause ensues, and then, tentatively spoken, his words hanging in the air: ]
no subject
[ It's a complaint that lacks any heat, the sort of tepid response that comes of acceptance. Maybe resignation, even, although he isn't at all consoled by the affirmative when it lends further legitimacy toward the notion that his mind isn't entirely playing tricks on him. Makoto isn't playing toward deception in the slightest when he intertwines his palms in his lap, staring past Haru at some indiscriminate point above his head. ]
I know it sounds silly, but do you know anything about me? Like who I used to be, or how we knew each other.
[ A long, weight pause ensues, and then, tentatively spoken, his words hanging in the air: ]
... What kind of person do you remember me being?