[ Roxas better suit up in priestly gear then and get the book. Jokes aside, he does kind of come right in and sits down on the chair, hands in lap. ]
...I thought you tried really hard, and I did think the same things too - if you hadn't spoken up then [ Putting the suspicion on that group... ] I'm sure I would've said something. But really, even if people might be still mad at you after things worked out, I'm not. You're still my friend.
... huh. You're the first person to call me that in a long-ass time.
[ Kohaku sounds genuinely surprised. On a theoretical level, of course, he knows that hanging out for fun qualifies you as friends after a certain time. In practice, he hadn't been hanging out with people he doesn't find actively loathsome for so long that the application of the term 'friend' never seemed appropriate for his own life.
Yesterday, Kohaku had mostly been weirded out by Roxas having a role he doesn't know about, but now it's nice to know with full certainty that Roxas isn't mafia. It makes this a lot less conflicting. ]
I am? The people you went with didn't call you that back at home?
[ Roxas was sure that the people Kohaku was traveling with a bunch of his friends back at home, because why ever wouldn't he be? For the record, copies or not, he still considers their memories to be real and those things happened for them because the Foundation can go suck it.
Yeah, having a role was (is?) a trip. He can't use it again, but... at least he did some good with it. ]
Our orchestra leader's just my jailer and our cellist is the court's prisoner like I am. We're not traveling together because we want to. Well, I guess the piano brat is. She'd probably be upset that I'm not calling them friends, come to think of it.
[ ... ack, thinking of Eles is uncomfortable. The young girl hasn't been part of their group for long but something about her looking at them with clear honest eyes had caused a shift in the dynamic that Kohaku hasn't really learned to accept with. ]
All the other people who bit it before were like me, there because they had to.
[ That's definitely not what he expected to hear at all...but this place seemed to have a habit of presenting unexpected things in general, even if it was from other people's life stories. ]
...Wait, what? The nobles were forcing you all to travel around with your leader? But...why?
[ That sounds incredibly ... unfair to him, to be honest. ]
Because having a talent for anti-zombie music makes me too valuable to just execute. As long as I cooperate, I get to live.
[ A lopsided grin comes to his features here. Even though the situation at home has become daily life to him already, he still feels resentment for what he's being put through. The mortality rate in the orchestra is high. Talent or no, Kohaku knows he's nothing but canon fodder for jobs too shabby to send officials to. ]
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[ He steps aside to let Roxas come into the room though. Some conversations are best not held halfway in the hall. ]
I fucked up on the last steps. That's all there is.
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[ Roxas better suit up in priestly gear then and get the book. Jokes aside, he does kind of come right in and sits down on the chair, hands in lap. ]
...I thought you tried really hard, and I did think the same things too - if you hadn't spoken up then [ Putting the suspicion on that group... ] I'm sure I would've said something. But really, even if people might be still mad at you after things worked out, I'm not. You're still my friend.
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[ Kohaku sounds genuinely surprised. On a theoretical level, of course, he knows that hanging out for fun qualifies you as friends after a certain time. In practice, he hadn't been hanging out with people he doesn't find actively loathsome for so long that the application of the term 'friend' never seemed appropriate for his own life.
Yesterday, Kohaku had mostly been weirded out by Roxas having a role he doesn't know about, but now it's nice to know with full certainty that Roxas isn't mafia. It makes this a lot less conflicting. ]
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[ Roxas was sure that the people Kohaku was traveling with a bunch of his friends back at home, because why ever wouldn't he be? For the record, copies or not, he still considers their memories to be real and those things happened for them because the Foundation can go suck it.
Yeah, having a role was (is?) a trip. He can't use it again, but... at least he did some good with it. ]
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[ Kohaku waves his hand dismissively. ]
Our orchestra leader's just my jailer and our cellist is the court's prisoner like I am. We're not traveling together because we want to. Well, I guess the piano brat is. She'd probably be upset that I'm not calling them friends, come to think of it.
[ ... ack, thinking of Eles is uncomfortable. The young girl hasn't been part of their group for long but something about her looking at them with clear honest eyes had caused a shift in the dynamic that Kohaku hasn't really learned to accept with. ]
All the other people who bit it before were like me, there because they had to.
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...Wait, what? The nobles were forcing you all to travel around with your leader? But...why?
[ That sounds incredibly ... unfair to him, to be honest. ]
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[ A lopsided grin comes to his features here. Even though the situation at home has become daily life to him already, he still feels resentment for what he's being put through. The mortality rate in the orchestra is high. Talent or no, Kohaku knows he's nothing but canon fodder for jobs too shabby to send officials to. ]
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This is why Roxas would probably be bad at negotiations. ]
I'm glad they didn't execute you, but that's still cruel of them to just use you like that.