[ Everything behind Katsura's logic was just spoken in Hiro's sentence. His brows actually lift-- his heart swells. He's having a moment here. It looks like he blanks out for an entire moment, staring almost lifelessly into the ground as he thinks. It looks like he is thinking hard. Something Hiro says triggers something in his mind. For those who know Katsura, they're aware he has a very big imagination, and a love for tragic stories. Sometimes.. he thinks up these stories by the smallest thing in every day conversation.
A child, wandering through the storm— that's you, Hiro. He has within his arms salvation: bread, and Pocari Sweat. The storm grows, the night becomes colder. There are frozen bodies, all around. He has to leap over them as he runs with all of his might-- run towards any surface of life. He cries out in despair, but determination. A soft voice-- it's heard. Through the vast snow, the child-- who is growing up-- pushes through the snow. He finds a man, on his death bed in the blizzard, and others who are sick. He knees down, speaking words of encouragement to the man before feeding him.
"We will get through this storm. Metaphorically and literally. Be strong, for I have a solution."
The man smiles softly as he eats-- he cannot remember the last time he has eaten as he gazes up at the boy. His long hair appears ashen and his ribs are beginning to show. In this war, there are hardly those willing to get food and feed others. There are hardly any who fight so hard with such determination. "I will... live.. to see the season finale.. of the Old and the Sexless."
With that, Katsura's vivid imagination breaks, though there are tears in his eyes as he puts his gaze on Hiro again after a good 5 minutes. ]
Hiro-dono. You have potential to save us with that kind of logic. [ His kind of logic: "they don't tell us shit, so why trust them?" He's proud of you. if Hiro wasn't convinced this man had some loose screws just yet, maybe this'll do it. ]
i'm sorry for this response
A child, wandering through the storm— that's you, Hiro. He has within his arms salvation: bread, and Pocari Sweat. The storm grows, the night becomes colder. There are frozen bodies, all around. He has to leap over them as he runs with all of his might-- run towards any surface of life. He cries out in despair, but determination.
A soft voice-- it's heard. Through the vast snow, the child-- who is growing up-- pushes through the snow. He finds a man, on his death bed in the blizzard, and others who are sick. He knees down, speaking words of encouragement to the man before feeding him.
"We will get through this storm. Metaphorically and literally. Be strong, for I have a solution."
The man smiles softly as he eats-- he cannot remember the last time he has eaten as he gazes up at the boy. His long hair appears ashen and his ribs are beginning to show. In this war, there are hardly those willing to get food and feed others. There are hardly any who fight so hard with such determination.
"I will... live.. to see the season finale.. of the Old and the Sexless."
With that, Katsura's vivid imagination breaks, though there are tears in his eyes as he puts his gaze on Hiro again after a good 5 minutes. ]
Hiro-dono.
You have potential to save us with that kind of logic.
[ His kind of logic: "they don't tell us shit, so why trust them?" He's proud of you.
if Hiro wasn't convinced this man had some loose screws just yet, maybe this'll do it. ]