Umm... I don't know if I understand it completely either. Being able to explain stuff like that... hasn't really been my forte... I've been trying to learn. Let's see...
[ Mizuki's attention turns to the grave, of a celestial being that he'd never met, yet still feels for all the same. ]
Perhaps it's because this is partially the fault of my god? He is dead, yet His grief still lives on, and He is making people relive their own. And I don't think that's good. Perhaps it's pity? To live a life full of pain, only to turn to pain yourself. That's also not good.
...But if I had to guess I don't think it's either of those.
[ He looks around at the celestial space they're in. It's funny, being out here in space. He knows, realistically, this is where We Many would like to end up, too. To escape the limited space of the Terran ocean, and simply exist among the stars. But maybe not in a place like this. But maybe someday they would be able to bring hope to even hopeless places like this...
Someday.
But that's not the question. Why does he hold sympathy for someone like Suri? He's desperately trying to think of an answer that he does not think he has. Mizuki remembers something Cicero had told him. To absorb joy around him, to experience the world, to be happy, but most of all, to retain his humanity. That never really made any sense to Mizuki. He's not human anymore. He'd embraced We Many when he, functionally, died. What "humanity" did he retain, when he is nothing like the others here? ]
...Perhaps... [ He's more answering himself at this point, but ] Perhaps to understand one's pain and be sympathetic is... to be human?
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[ Mizuki's attention turns to the grave, of a celestial being that he'd never met, yet still feels for all the same. ]
Perhaps it's because this is partially the fault of my god? He is dead, yet His grief still lives on, and He is making people relive their own. And I don't think that's good. Perhaps it's pity? To live a life full of pain, only to turn to pain yourself. That's also not good.
...But if I had to guess I don't think it's either of those.
[ He looks around at the celestial space they're in. It's funny, being out here in space. He knows, realistically, this is where We Many would like to end up, too. To escape the limited space of the Terran ocean, and simply exist among the stars. But maybe not in a place like this. But maybe someday they would be able to bring hope to even hopeless places like this...
Someday.
But that's not the question. Why does he hold sympathy for someone like Suri? He's desperately trying to think of an answer that he does not think he has. Mizuki remembers something Cicero had told him. To absorb joy around him, to experience the world, to be happy, but most of all, to retain his humanity. That never really made any sense to Mizuki. He's not human anymore. He'd embraced We Many when he, functionally, died. What "humanity" did he retain, when he is nothing like the others here? ]
...Perhaps... [ He's more answering himself at this point, but ] Perhaps to understand one's pain and be sympathetic is... to be human?