( the scenario they find themselves in doesn't weigh as heavily on makoto shoulders for several reasons, though not insignificant among them is that the core elements to their captivity here aren't all that different from what he's dealt with in all of his other years, regardless of where he was. whether he was a son in his parents' confining home, a student locked in the stricture of school, a pet living in J's manor, or an employee at datenshou's brothel, his freedoms were mostly illusions; he lived at the whims of others, for their own ends and not his own. the vacation that he had managed to wrest for himself recently had been the first time he had ever really traveled upon his own volition, and even then his path had been riveted to the pursuit of vengeance. and what is a single-minded obsession on vengeance but yet another cage?
so long as they are well-taken care of, he's mostly content to scrounge up what information he can and wait for their next move. it's not as though he has the power to do much else, considering how stripped-down his demonic capabilities seem to be in this place.
he has no idea if this stranger's reasoning for being so nonchalant in the face of the unknown align with his own, but, in the end, he doesn't really care. it doesn't matter! he avails himself as an amiable enough conversational partner when most else are content to grunt half their replies and turn a cold shoulder just when topics were turning towards something interesting. it's an amusement to hear the man refer to him as his friend — surely this is the fastest time he's ever made one of those, though the word is pretty paper-thin and flimsy when applied to makoto — and he's happy to accompany him down the meandering pathways of his speech, thoroughly entertained and never seeming distracted or inattentive. )
I hope not. It's not as though there's much for us to do but speculate until that time, regardless.
( his thoughts had turned down similar avenues as abel's had — it certainly had something to do with how they arrived here, and where, considering they were so prepared to collect them. the cavern that the soldiers had found makoto and the others he'd awoken with had been quite out of the way, and there'd been no one else inside. how, then, did they know? he could only think that they either did the summoning themselves and knew what the results could be. what other explanations could there be?
he chuckles at the leading question, raising a hand in a disarming gesture. ) Oh, I don't know about that — ( when given a chance, makoto will basically always tend towards the macabre... ) though I find in general I agree with you. I have to imagine what draws their interest is ( he raises one finger ) how it is we've arrived here or ( he raises a second ) something having to do with the places that we've left behind. Or perhaps both! Regardless of what the answer is, though... ( now he lifts that hand to his chin, pondering a moment before he continues, ) We possess something that they either want... or that they want to destroy, before it can cause trouble.
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so long as they are well-taken care of, he's mostly content to scrounge up what information he can and wait for their next move. it's not as though he has the power to do much else, considering how stripped-down his demonic capabilities seem to be in this place.
he has no idea if this stranger's reasoning for being so nonchalant in the face of the unknown align with his own, but, in the end, he doesn't really care. it doesn't matter! he avails himself as an amiable enough conversational partner when most else are content to grunt half their replies and turn a cold shoulder just when topics were turning towards something interesting. it's an amusement to hear the man refer to him as his friend — surely this is the fastest time he's ever made one of those, though the word is pretty paper-thin and flimsy when applied to makoto — and he's happy to accompany him down the meandering pathways of his speech, thoroughly entertained and never seeming distracted or inattentive. )
I hope not. It's not as though there's much for us to do but speculate until that time, regardless.
( his thoughts had turned down similar avenues as abel's had — it certainly had something to do with how they arrived here, and where, considering they were so prepared to collect them. the cavern that the soldiers had found makoto and the others he'd awoken with had been quite out of the way, and there'd been no one else inside. how, then, did they know? he could only think that they either did the summoning themselves and knew what the results could be. what other explanations could there be?
he chuckles at the leading question, raising a hand in a disarming gesture. ) Oh, I don't know about that — ( when given a chance, makoto will basically always tend towards the macabre... ) though I find in general I agree with you. I have to imagine what draws their interest is ( he raises one finger ) how it is we've arrived here or ( he raises a second ) something having to do with the places that we've left behind. Or perhaps both! Regardless of what the answer is, though... ( now he lifts that hand to his chin, pondering a moment before he continues, ) We possess something that they either want... or that they want to destroy, before it can cause trouble.