Yu felt his blood run cold as he stared at the graffiti in front of him.
He had watched the Memorial Ceremony on the television the night before with Nanako, not... able to bring himself to be present. He wanted to grieve for those lost, for the person that had died right in front of him, yet at the same time, what they were doing... it felt inappropriate. Again, it felt like they were asking the Anoli to say something, to do something, even if the ceremony had been pretty low key and mellow.
Obviously, the Anoli still answered.
It didn't take much to figure out what the numbers meant. Two-hundred sixty was a number that weighed heavy in his mind... but to see the numbers like this, to see what each number obviously meant...
Absently, he wrapped an arm around his stomach, feeling a little sick. This wasn't... right. They were being lied to, forced to just live in blind ignorance and accept the fact they were there, for no reason other than it was what Philemon said, it was what the government said, it was what the Seven said. That wasn't "truth"; that was obvious from looking at the equation plastered everywhere. Again, he found himself thinking... thinking thoughts that he had voiced to Yosuke, and immediately retracted on; it was too dangerous, too risky...
...but at the same time, he couldn't stand being lied to.
Morning of the 16th | On the way to Junes (Virgo) from Dojima House (Libra) | Open
He had watched the Memorial Ceremony on the television the night before with Nanako, not... able to bring himself to be present. He wanted to grieve for those lost, for the person that had died right in front of him, yet at the same time, what they were doing... it felt inappropriate. Again, it felt like they were asking the Anoli to say something, to do something, even if the ceremony had been pretty low key and mellow.
Obviously, the Anoli still answered.
It didn't take much to figure out what the numbers meant. Two-hundred sixty was a number that weighed heavy in his mind... but to see the numbers like this, to see what each number obviously meant...
Absently, he wrapped an arm around his stomach, feeling a little sick. This wasn't... right. They were being lied to, forced to just live in blind ignorance and accept the fact they were there, for no reason other than it was what Philemon said, it was what the government said, it was what the Seven said. That wasn't "truth"; that was obvious from looking at the equation plastered everywhere. Again, he found himself thinking... thinking thoughts that he had voiced to Yosuke, and immediately retracted on; it was too dangerous, too risky...
...but at the same time, he couldn't stand being lied to.