[But this is highlander, Midare. There can only be one...
His expression does shift a little at that, though. It might not have been very noticeable otherwise, but since Midare is already watching it, the change may be more obvious. A certain bitter edge, something vaguely melancholy, nothing that seems even close to mollified.]
Yeah... It would be nice if things were that way. [If, which is most decidedly not the case. He laughs then, and the sound is dry and brittle.]
But they're not, are they? We both know they're not. [The laugh is followed by a smile, and he doesn't wear either of them well. Like a glove that's a little too big, everything seems ill-suited to the strange mood he's in.]
What'll happen after the war is won, anyway? To the master... to us? D'you ever wonder about that, Micchan? This plate of snacks is suuuper cute- [Said rather abruptly, with a glance down toward it.] -but it's not like anyone will care about it after it's all used up.
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His expression does shift a little at that, though. It might not have been very noticeable otherwise, but since Midare is already watching it, the change may be more obvious. A certain bitter edge, something vaguely melancholy, nothing that seems even close to mollified.]
Yeah... It would be nice if things were that way. [If, which is most decidedly not the case. He laughs then, and the sound is dry and brittle.]
But they're not, are they? We both know they're not. [The laugh is followed by a smile, and he doesn't wear either of them well. Like a glove that's a little too big, everything seems ill-suited to the strange mood he's in.]
What'll happen after the war is won, anyway? To the master... to us? D'you ever wonder about that, Micchan? This plate of snacks is suuuper cute- [Said rather abruptly, with a glance down toward it.] -but it's not like anyone will care about it after it's all used up.