[Lenka keeps his tone even, unruffled by Mitsuru's recoiling reaction and the rejection -- he might want to be alone, or to brood for a while longer, but he can still do it practically with a little help. Mourning is a funny process, especially in a place like this, where they all know exactly who is or isn't responsible for each death, and the death smile slowly at them each day.
It's just Mitsuru's time to be truly afflicted with the things this camp destroys in them, the things Sol broke in a fit of rage, perhaps, this past week. So Lenka will stay here for now, making sure the food and water is in between them. There's some warmed up soup, you know.]
Mitsuru... [he could try, but no words and no apologies can make this okay, so:] This won't be the ending. None of us will accept that.
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[Lenka keeps his tone even, unruffled by Mitsuru's recoiling reaction and the rejection -- he might want to be alone, or to brood for a while longer, but he can still do it practically with a little help. Mourning is a funny process, especially in a place like this, where they all know exactly who is or isn't responsible for each death, and the death smile slowly at them each day.
It's just Mitsuru's time to be truly afflicted with the things this camp destroys in them, the things Sol broke in a fit of rage, perhaps, this past week. So Lenka will stay here for now, making sure the food and water is in between them. There's some warmed up soup, you know.]
Mitsuru... [he could try, but no words and no apologies can make this okay, so:] This won't be the ending. None of us will accept that.