“I… I put your baby sister to sleep. I cannot hear your telepathy, or telepathic messages from a number of different species, actually. I cannot feel your empathy.” Isamu whispered sheepishly, despite the fact that this was common knowledge by now. “You confess that you are risking your life to prevent this Earth from following the same trajectory Anthea did. Your means to this end relies on the effect of your empathic abilities. I once thought Minoru was the outlier, but I have observed enough concerts to know this is how humans are meant to react. But I do not. It is only logical to conclude that, well… my mind… is broken.”
He bowed at the waist, low, and more formally. And stayed there.
Minoru’s jaw dropped. That was serious. That was offending Grandma Mikoto levels of serious.
“If it were not broken, there would be nothing to forgive. If… if it were not broken, I would not be so easily able to separate the data from its source and possible motivations behind it. If it were not broken… I would not be so desperately reliant on analyzing what people are to compensate for my massive shortcomings in relating to who people are. If… if it were not… not broken, I would not inherently be such a threat to your mission… or bring such dishonor to your family…”
Minoru looked up at Ziggy with a panicked expression.
Isamu was trying his best to understand. That much was evident in how much he’d actually changed since arriving here. A year ago, Isamu wouldn’t have even thought to strip Ziggy’s data from the paper. A year from now, Isamu might have had the foresight not to have collected it at all. But while he wasn’t making the same connections as Ziggy wanted him to, and definitely not in the same order, he was still trying. So much so that he was tearing himself apart for his failures.
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He bowed at the waist, low, and more formally. And stayed there.
Minoru’s jaw dropped. That was serious. That was offending Grandma Mikoto levels of serious.
“If it were not broken, there would be nothing to forgive. If… if it were not broken, I would not be so easily able to separate the data from its source and possible motivations behind it. If it were not broken… I would not be so desperately reliant on analyzing what people are to compensate for my massive shortcomings in relating to who people are. If… if it were not… not broken, I would not inherently be such a threat to your mission… or bring such dishonor to your family…”
Minoru looked up at Ziggy with a panicked expression.
Isamu was trying his best to understand. That much was evident in how much he’d actually changed since arriving here. A year ago, Isamu wouldn’t have even thought to strip Ziggy’s data from the paper. A year from now, Isamu might have had the foresight not to have collected it at all. But while he wasn’t making the same connections as Ziggy wanted him to, and definitely not in the same order, he was still trying. So much so that he was tearing himself apart for his failures.