[ He's quiet. Satoru isn't saying anything that he disagrees with. He's making a lot of sense. It's just that there's some inherent in him that doesn't believe it's possible. He can't quite believe that things will get better... that he'll get better.
But he doesn't think that the depressed voice in his head wants what's best for him. Satoru does though.
Satoru cares, wants to understand, and thinks things should change.
He pulls one hand free so that he can rub his eyes. His eyes are dry of tears, but he still feels warm with emotion, relief and gratitude heavy and immeasurable in words. ]
When did you become so understanding of others?
[ Said without heat. His other hand holds on tight to Satoru's. ]
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But he doesn't think that the depressed voice in his head wants what's best for him. Satoru does though.
Satoru cares, wants to understand, and thinks things should change.
He pulls one hand free so that he can rub his eyes. His eyes are dry of tears, but he still feels warm with emotion, relief and gratitude heavy and immeasurable in words. ]
When did you become so understanding of others?
[ Said without heat. His other hand holds on tight to Satoru's. ]