[A large pool for ablution in the main room, Hakkai notes approvingly. That'll be convenient....
He pads as quietly after Yuri on bare feet, and settles into one of the kitchen chairs as she begins the practiced ritual of coffee-making. The cheery morning gurgle of the coffeemaker rumbles under her words as she speaks at last.
She's a goddess of suicide, after all. He meets her eyes, letting the silence stretch for a few more seconds before he replies.]
Is it mostly being there for them while they die?
[His tone is mild and thoughtful, but his heart clenches uncomfortably in his chest at the thought. He doesn't know if he can sit by and watch, or, worse, help. It had been... very hard seeing people try to kill themselves at the park, and not just because that was in part his own fault.
He seems to react to it, and it's for no reason he remembers, even now, with so much of his memory a patchwork of the last few years of his life.
He wonders how it would be, if those are, indeed, the kinds of prayers that Yuri answers.]
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He pads as quietly after Yuri on bare feet, and settles into one of the kitchen chairs as she begins the practiced ritual of coffee-making. The cheery morning gurgle of the coffeemaker rumbles under her words as she speaks at last.
She's a goddess of suicide, after all. He meets her eyes, letting the silence stretch for a few more seconds before he replies.]
Is it mostly being there for them while they die?
[His tone is mild and thoughtful, but his heart clenches uncomfortably in his chest at the thought. He doesn't know if he can sit by and watch, or, worse, help. It had been... very hard seeing people try to kill themselves at the park, and not just because that was in part his own fault.
He seems to react to it, and it's for no reason he remembers, even now, with so much of his memory a patchwork of the last few years of his life.
He wonders how it would be, if those are, indeed, the kinds of prayers that Yuri answers.]