[ Day just listens to Mika and, again, he's reminded of Sunrise, and with that a twist of complicated emotion in his gut because he so wishes there was something he could say that would make this better, or at least less worse. But that's not possible, because he can't refute the lived reality of undeath and things beyond mortal experience.
(It reminds him too that the task of bringing joy into the world sometimes feels—maybe is—Sisyphean because a world where the above can even happen is the kind that is fundamentally built on profoundly unhappy things, where fate's absurdity is frequently cruel and people are not always kind. That he has many years of this ahead. That he might have agreed to a fool's errand to have a sense of purpose.)
...He can't just say nothing either, so he finds himself asking this instead, trying to keep his expression subdued: ]
Even here? [ Even though it is kind of fucked how the moon is a terrible calamity, and co-existence is still distant, it seems, to him, a slightly kinder world. ]
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(It reminds him too that the task of bringing joy into the world sometimes feels—maybe is—Sisyphean because a world where the above can even happen is the kind that is fundamentally built on profoundly unhappy things, where fate's absurdity is frequently cruel and people are not always kind. That he has many years of this ahead. That he might have agreed to a fool's errand to have a sense of purpose.)
...He can't just say nothing either, so he finds himself asking this instead, trying to keep his expression subdued: ]
Even here? [ Even though it is kind of fucked how the moon is a terrible calamity, and co-existence is still distant, it seems, to him, a slightly kinder world. ]