My past self couldn't believe it. I don't remember much about him - but he didn't look like that kind of killer in my other memories, either.
[He closes his eyes, expression tight and lacking in the usual air of peace he seems to give off. Under Souji's hand, Tatsuma's curls up, almost a loose fist.]
I don't know... he said a lot. It was hard to focus, and there's... still a lot I don't know about my other self.
[Though they were still undeniably so similar in so many ways. Hurt, too, in the same ways.]
Mm. I know... we're living different lives. But we're a lot alike.
I don't think he wanted to be an assassin. But he had a lot of powers... and I don't think even he knew about all of them. [There was a man, he remembers, who had to explain what had happened to them.]
So... Now I'm not sure who he was. Or maybe... who he became after all that.
[It's strange. How both he and his past self just moved forward blindly. And now, how that lax approach may have come back to bite them both.]
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No. He was trying to kill me. For being... defective.
He sent me to Tokyo to seek people out to kill. But those people... were my friends.
[It had been so overwhelming. His past self could hardly keep up, much less himself now, lacking so many memories. So much context.]
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... that must have been difficult. Remembering something like that.
[ and he can only assume that tatsuma was "defective" for not wanting to kill his friends. ]
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[He closes his eyes, expression tight and lacking in the usual air of peace he seems to give off. Under Souji's hand, Tatsuma's curls up, almost a loose fist.]
I don't know... he said a lot. It was hard to focus, and there's... still a lot I don't know about my other self.
[Though they were still undeniably so similar in so many ways. Hurt, too, in the same ways.]
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Does it bother you? Not knowing about your other self?
[ souji's normally found the opposite reaction, where people are bothered by the fact that they know too much about their past selves... ]
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Mm. I know... we're living different lives. But we're a lot alike.
I don't think he wanted to be an assassin. But he had a lot of powers... and I don't think even he knew about all of them. [There was a man, he remembers, who had to explain what had happened to them.]
So... Now I'm not sure who he was. Or maybe... who he became after all that.
[It's strange. How both he and his past self just moved forward blindly. And now, how that lax approach may have come back to bite them both.]