[ She frowns, although she doesn't seem mad at Ouma as much as she just seems.. well, frustrated in a more sad way. There's no real bite to it or anything. ]
Do you really think all people would prefer to live over winning their big prize? Or to live while others die?
You came to the wrong person girl. I'm an evil supreme leader of a shadowy organisation. I've seen countless lives pass before me, some of them having risked their lives for me. Do you really think I can afford to be sympathetic?
[ With how old Ouma looks - he definitely can't be older than her, that's for sure - it almost feels very chuunibyou of him to say that.. But Ange knows appearances can be deceiving. Not like it really matters whether he's making it up or not, anyway. ]
I might have been too if my mom had stuck with her family. [ She's seen Some Shit, Ouma. Yakuza style tea rooms. ] So don't lecture me. I don't feel like it right now.
[ She'll just let him leave like that for now without saying anything - mostly since Ange sure isn't done moping about just yet after all this. She's just happy to get her quiet back for a moment so she can cry without anyone watching. ]
[If he were more honest, he would probably join her, reveal himself. Yet, he knows himself to be a liar, and if he let it show too much he would betray himself.]
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Do you really think all people would prefer to live over winning their big prize? Or to live while others die?
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[He hesitates...]
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Did you want sound advice? From me?
You came to the wrong person girl. I'm an evil supreme leader of a shadowy organisation. I've seen countless lives pass before me, some of them having risked their lives for me. Do you really think I can afford to be sympathetic?
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I might have been too if my mom had stuck with her family. [ She's seen Some Shit, Ouma. Yakuza style tea rooms. ] So don't lecture me. I don't feel like it right now.
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[Well. She is right about appearances being deceiving. He himself takes pride in being deceiving.]
[However, this person is beginning to look rather similar to him.]
... Whatever. When you're done moping about, there's popcorn in the lobby. The people still in the game are being made to preform.
[He turns to walk away...]
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[So he shall let his pain go unnoticed.]