[Henry hums. Trying to figure themselves out... As Yako speaks, Henry's attention is stuck to her memories with the same morbid fascination he has for the way the lights shut off in an enemy soldier's eyes when he's their opponent, unflinchingly entertained by the sound of breaking bone, but entirely unsure of how to feel about the embrace. There's a lot Henry's not sure how to feel.
And one of those things is the turbulent life this Sai person led. It sounds complicated, complicated beyond his own perspective. But there's one thing that he identifies in her explanation, like some kind of common ground besides the ruthlessness.]
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[He wonders what having a sense of 'self' is intended to feel like, now that he knows so many colorful personalities. So many kind personalities who express so many feelings and thoughts, wondering why he doesn't feel anger or resentment when they might. Henry shakes his head.]
Yeah. I think I get it? I mean, I wasn't born with any cool abilities like shapeshifting, though it would be super awesome if I could change into a Risen, or a wolf, or— no, wait! A bird. Definitely a bird. [Back on track, Henry. He simmers back down.] What I'm trying to say is... I dunno. A lot of people have told me I should be feeling this way, or that way, and I didn't feel anything at all. I wasn't waltzing around and shoving people's bones and eyeballs into boxes, but I definitely never used to care who lived and who died! And stuff. I thiiink I kinda feel for that person. Lacking a sense of self.
[Henry averts his eyes and gives Yako a shrug, edging along his own comfort zone when it comes to talking about anything remotely close to troublesome, burdensome feelings. He forces himself to shudder comically, and laughs.]
That's enough weirdness, though! I'm totally fine. But maybe you're onto something. You a psychiatrist or something?
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And one of those things is the turbulent life this Sai person led. It sounds complicated, complicated beyond his own perspective. But there's one thing that he identifies in her explanation, like some kind of common ground besides the ruthlessness.]
...
[He wonders what having a sense of 'self' is intended to feel like, now that he knows so many colorful personalities. So many kind personalities who express so many feelings and thoughts, wondering why he doesn't feel anger or resentment when they might. Henry shakes his head.]
Yeah. I think I get it? I mean, I wasn't born with any cool abilities like shapeshifting, though it would be super awesome if I could change into a Risen, or a wolf, or— no, wait! A bird. Definitely a bird. [Back on track, Henry. He simmers back down.] What I'm trying to say is... I dunno. A lot of people have told me I should be feeling this way, or that way, and I didn't feel anything at all. I wasn't waltzing around and shoving people's bones and eyeballs into boxes, but I definitely never used to care who lived and who died! And stuff. I thiiink I kinda feel for that person. Lacking a sense of self.
[Henry averts his eyes and gives Yako a shrug, edging along his own comfort zone when it comes to talking about anything remotely close to troublesome, burdensome feelings. He forces himself to shudder comically, and laughs.]
That's enough weirdness, though! I'm totally fine. But maybe you're onto something. You a psychiatrist or something?