[ After a certain point, he's digging so hard in his pockets to arrange his stack of shells that he's just shy of hitting an opposite continent. And he murmurs, with adolescent helpfulness: ]
I don't know. Things.
[ Girls, boys, the non-gendered — there's really only one thing to do, when you think you've offended or hurt someone: run. Run hard, run fast, run without glancing behind or sideways. Unfortunately, when both the geographical cage and the circle of permissible acquaintances are drawn so tight and steep, you run out of steps to escape. Shinji isn't here to find that claustrophobia.
Altogether, he isn't here to fight anything at all. ]
Sometimes... [ He's slow to raise his eyes and right the down-turned set of his shoulders. ] Doesn't it feel as if everything you do is the wrong decision? It can't be helped.
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I don't know. Things.
[ Girls, boys, the non-gendered — there's really only one thing to do, when you think you've offended or hurt someone: run. Run hard, run fast, run without glancing behind or sideways. Unfortunately, when both the geographical cage and the circle of permissible acquaintances are drawn so tight and steep, you run out of steps to escape. Shinji isn't here to find that claustrophobia.
Altogether, he isn't here to fight anything at all. ]
Sometimes... [ He's slow to raise his eyes and right the down-turned set of his shoulders. ] Doesn't it feel as if everything you do is the wrong decision? It can't be helped.