[Guy's pretty cautious when he opens the isolation cabin door, as though he's expecting someone specific. When he instead finds Ogata, he starts a bit, blinking.]
Oh -- hey, sorry. [A little numb.] I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?
[Ogata is for some reason, sitting on the floor with one of the board games open. Unclear what he was planning to do with it all by himself. Either way, he quickly closes the box when Guy comes in, seeming startled like he was caught doing something bad.]
No. Were you looking for Asch? [Guy denied being his babysitter, but they clearly Knew Eachother regardless.]
[Guy pretty much isn't leaving the electronics section during the day, having taken apart several video game consoles with various tools he's scavenged from the hardware section, scattered around him like a child with a floor of Legos. But it's something to keep his hands busy as he watches the screens, a notepad next to him on the floor, the writing looking more like music notes than any sort of letters Ogata may know.
Wrapped up as he is, Guy won't notice Ogata approaching until they are close enough for a memory to be shared (15:50 - 18:09), which will start Guy enough to drop what he's doing with a hand immediately raising to clutch at his head.
Where--
He's already been through this song and dance multiple times this week, so the second his mind stops racing from the familiar jolt of fear, he's looking over his shoulder to see who in the world even triggered it.]
[Ogata has been avoiding people, but was curious about Guy's electronics party and thought maybe he could snoop and keep his distance and be fine... No such luck. When the memory is shared and Guy calls out, he considers fleeing but.... no, there's too much interesting about what he received. So he poked his head out from behind a shelf.]
[Ogata didn't anticipate this immediate retaliation so it hits him square in the face. Womp. He don't really react to it beyond offering up one of his strange little angry cat smiles.]
Interesting condition you have there. [Tone flat.]
The reaction, sure, but the reason... [It wasn't clear, exactly. Just a flash of some buried, terrible memory. But it makes sense. Even if he didn't like women, to react like that... it's not normal. It's something deeper.]
Do you even remember? What that was... It must have been quite traumatic for you to block it out like that. [Why is Ogata like this.]
Well... I'm sure you know better than most that war does things to people. It robbed me of my family, and everyone else in my household. That sticks with you as a kid. Guess it just stuck a little too hard for me.
...
Anyway. That memory was from a couple years back. I've patched that hole since then.
[And taking the motherboard off this N*intendo product is far more important than expanding on that.]
[Hm. He does know. Maybe not from direct personal experience. But he'd seen how it wore on everyone around him. If this was a different situation, he might give some lie about how his brother died in the war but well, he thinks most everyone overheard him admit the truth of that. He wonders, idly, if Guy, who apparently lost his family this way, resents Ogata for what he did to his. Well, if he wants to ask about that, or about that memory he's recovered, he probably needs to loosen Guy up first. But that's fine, actually. He peers at Guy's project.]
[an EXTREMELY WELCOME TOPIC CHANGE god he loves talking about technology]
Just tinkering.
Electronic products are something I only got to explore at the temple. My world uses fonon-based machinery that's constructed much differently than this, but there's a lot of aspects of the engineering that have similar properties, even if the scientific laws of how it works are a little weird.
[Ogata wonders dimly what the fuck a fonon is but decides not to ask.]
So what, you're taking all this stuff apart so that you can figure out how it works?
... I suppose I can understand that, as a general idea. The use of electricity to power things isn't nearly as pervasive where I'm from, so I don't know anything about what you're messing with.
Hahah... yeah, pretty much. I didn't know anything about it either, at first.
Were you able to visit the temple at all, before that portal closed? The lab there had manuals for all the different technology of our worlds. That's the only reason I was able to know anything about electrical power, and even then, some of this is so delicate. [He'll hold up the motherboard, admiring the soldering like he's looking at a beautiful woman or something.] It's pretty breathtaking.
A little. Any excuse to get away from the sound those lights make is a good one. [Honestly WHY do they make noise it's stupid. But wow.... he does not understand what is so special about the thing Guy is holding up at all!!
Just kidding he's also a weird pervert. He nods.]
That's the appeal of any sort of technology or machinery, I think. The basic structure of a rifle is fairly consistent, it's just a collection of parts. But the particular details with how each one is designed means that a Mosin Nagant and a Type 38's form and function are fairly different. And working out the difference is fun.
[For some reason, Guy had extended Ogata the offer to listen. To get to know him better. It doesn't make sense. It's his instinct to brush it off and Ignore it. But....
Here he's gone sniffing around the Campsco until he peers around a corner and see's Guy in the liquor section, a stack of multicolored tiny cups on the table before him.]
[There is not a GREAT selection of hard liquor in this place, tucked behind the enormous displays of wine and crates of beer. But it's something, and there are enough adults wandering around that he might as well see what he can offer, in a pinch.
He's popping open a bottle of whiskey when Ogata's gremlin face just kind of shows up, as he tends to do.]
Experimenting. [Ish. He's not taking more than a slight taste - getting wasted isn't his idea of a good time or a smart decision. But to give the chance to someone else? Hey, if it helped people relax.]
[Guy's not really moving from the electronics department much today, but Ogata will probably spot him rummaging around the less bloody portions of the toy department, his notepad in one hand and his Blood Catching Towel in the other.
At some point, he'll find the arts and craft section and have a little visible eureka moment. You gonna snoop, bandage boy?]
[Ogata's lurking around the toy department today too a bit, but then he wandered off to get food and when he came back GUY was here and he does not want to talk to guy today, after yesterday. But he is curious. So he just tries to sneak a little closer.... To have a peek... quietly... onlt to step on a lego he foolishly left on the floor from his earlier escapades, and trip and fall flat on his back.
[Ogata ignores the hand, opting instead to just roll petulantly onto his side, away from Guy. He could get up. But he's feeling very much in a lie on the floor mood right now.]
I don't know how you can ask me that this week of all weeks. Just go back to whatever you were doing. [Everything is so dramatic with this cat.]
[He's gonna continue lying on the floor like a petulant cat. Or well, that was his plan, but actually lying on his side like this hurts his injuries so, he struggles for a moment before sitting up.]
I wasn't snooping, I just wanted to see what you were doing. [He was just being a curious cat.]
[Ogata considers for a moment, but he still wants to see what Guy is doing, so...
He tries to continue being petulant and get to his feet himself, but he does still have this head injury, on top of having just fallen again, so when he tries to do so, he gets dizzy.
After a long pause, he looks away and holds out his hand to Guy, wordlessly. Please do not make him ask for help.]
[Good enough! That earns a cheeky grin and a roll of his eyes, taking Ogata's outstretched hand with a firm grip, the other moving to brace against his shoulder as he helps him up.]
Easy, there. Use me for support if you have to - I really don't want to see you wipe out again. [No reopening those wounds or he'll have to go find Yin Yu and no one will be happy!!]
[If Ogata the Cat is snooping around, he won't find Guy anywhere in HellMart after the doxxing of the killers. But wandering around the castle through the portal will show that a suit of armor has been knocked over in a fury, the helmet bashed into a wall.
Up on the fourth floor, the lounge door has been left open, where Guy sits at the counter with a half-filled glass and a bottle of booze, mulling over it with his dusty blonde dog ears tucked back in obvious irritation... and that doesn't shoft much when he spots Ogata out of his peripheral.
He'll tuck the entire glass back into his mouth in one smooth motion, exhaling sharply.]
Enjoy the show down there, or are you going to use that eye of yours for some more choice insults? [He is. Not in a good mood. Hi, Ogata.]
[Ogata thinks to himself that the better show is clearly up here, with whatever terrible mood mr calm and rational Guy Cecil is in, but decides not to say so. Instead he just offers a short laugh. He pads softly into the room, still keeping his distance from Guy and not sitting down just yet as he glances from Guy to survey the room as a whole as he talks.]
The real show will be if and when we get out of here. If they really think they get to confess and be absolved when their victims don’t have a voice, they’re all far stupider than they look.
I don’t know if we’ll get a say though... I imagine they’ll say “but we didn’t mean for you to be accused of our crimes!” [Another laugh.] Unless you don’t plan to listen to excuses?
[Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you want to go ape shitt?]
I heard enough. If they want to grovel, they can do it elsewhere. At least Shinobu was as honest as she could be.
[It's clipped and tinged with a slight disgust. Boy! Wow! Sure do love having your life being a cog in someone else's machine!
He reaches for the bottle and pours just a little more into his glass, a mouthful at best.]
Everyone's going to be more focused on that pink bastard anyway. I doubt they expect any apologies to reach ears that want to listen. Can't say I want to hear it, if it sounds like what they just tried.
[Guy's having that sort of sulk, is he. That might be fun to watch, though Ogata figures he can't just hunker down for the slow spiral if he doesn't drink as well. So he trots over, picking up the bottle Guy's drinking, but as soon as he sniffs the contents he makes a face and puts it back down. Crazy westerners and their ridiculous alcohols.
He wanders over to the bar, picking the first bottle that seems at all trustworthy, a bottle of plum soju, though he's not terribly familiar, it just seems pleasant and smells nice when he cracks it open. And then he slinks back over before taking a seat on a couch next to Guy's, pouring his chosen drink into another glass.]
So what, you're fed up but you're not going to do anything about it? What about if we survive killing the snake? Surely you'll have a chance then. [Sips his drink because he knows how to drink responsibly.]
[Sometimes you just don't want to drink responsibly for once and just turn off your brain for uno second!!!]
Not much I can do right now even if I wanted to, and what happens with the snake relies on a lot of maybes and guesswork. Even if we lure this thing out and destroy it, that doesn't mean we get reunited. We might just get snapped right back to where we're supposed to be, just as suddenly as we got here. Who knows.
[He'll tilt his glass, watching the liquor swirl.]
What would you expect me to do? Hit someone over the head with another rock?
[Another sip. Hm, he hadn't considered that. How pointless would this all be if they killed the snake just for him to return home to the last moment he remembers. Would he retain his memory of everything that happened here? Or would it all be gone like it never even happened?
He doesn't know which is worse, knowing that he would probably end up dead the minute after when Sugimoto caught up to them. The thought of forgetting everything is terrible simply on its own, but the idea of remembering everything and being unable to so anything about it... He frowns and takes another large sip, finishing what's in his glass and pouring more.]
Figures. Seems sadistic enough to fit your bill. I'm not in the mood to get mobbed for a second time, thanks.
[He'll take a long drink from his own glass before continuing. God the urge to just fill the entire glass and down it is INTENSE but he knows better.]
If they had wanted to make amends, they would have by now. Their rules aside, some sure as hell tried harder than others to show that this whole charade was the last thing they wanted. I don't have an issue with those ones.
It's the rest that I think are getting off a little easier than they should. Offering lipservice for retribution while guarding each other from anyone that wants said retribution, all while spewing that slaughtering over a dozen people was for the good of the whole?
Under that logic, our lives were fodder. They better be willing to live with that blood on their hands rather than coming up with any more excuses.
[It's petty, and he knows it's petty. But he could care less about what they could and couldn't do and the agony of their roles, given how some of them had acted the entire time, both in and out of the trials.]
It seems a lot like war to me. We were fodder back then too, told that what we're doing is just. And that makes it ok for us to kill, all of a sudden? As if the other side isn't being told to think the same thing. And for what? We didn't get anything for it, just a bunch of dead comrades and glory for the men who didn't even fight themselves. I'm tired of it, really. People should just kill each other and not make up a bunch of excuses. [A probably unsurprising hot take from Ogata. He takes another sip and fixes Guy with an impassive expression.]
[Oof... we don't got time to unpack that shit all at once, Ogata...]
Not really, no. But I guess there's enough similarities.
To fight for the sake of combat is different. I'm no soldier, so I can't say how similar or not my experience might be. But when you willingly go into combat, regardless of whether it's right or wrong, you fight and you kill because staying alive is a priority. Those that want to stay alive keep themselves alive, whether that's through bloodshed or manipulation or just running off.
Very few fight just for the sake of killing, and even fewer kill without any purpose at all. You have to have pretty twisted reasoning to just not to give a damn. [Yes, Ogata, he remember what your dad told you. Shh.]
These aren't soldiers fighting a war. These are people with a gun held to their head for someone else's amusement. They say they acted for the good of everyone, that they had no choice, but all I see is a bunch of people who were scared to die, and rather than making choices that helped lead us in a direction of understanding, they just acted on their own fear. They picked off people they knew would prove to be easier kills or unlikeable, they covered their tracks and lied for one another, and they did nothing when other people were killed in retaliation.
For "good" or not, it was nothing but self serving, and to speak like they can have it both ways is stupid as hell.
[Ogata's quiet for another long moment as he considers Guy's words. They make sense, he supposes. A lot of things that Guy says do. It's almost annoying, actually, because he feels like the angles they're coming from aren't the same at all.]
So are you mad that they just acted out of fear instead of being strategic or just that they talked as if that wasn't the case? [He's just trying to get a read on what we're drinking ourselves into a stupor for here, man.]
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WEEK ZERO - SUNDAY - POST EXECUTION
Oh -- hey, sorry. [A little numb.] I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?
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No. Were you looking for Asch?
[Guy denied being his babysitter, but they clearly Knew Eachother regardless.]
WEEK THREE - THURSDAY
Wrapped up as he is, Guy won't notice Ogata approaching until they are close enough for a memory to be shared (15:50 - 18:09), which will start Guy enough to drop what he's doing with a hand immediately raising to clutch at his head.
Where--
He's already been through this song and dance multiple times this week, so the second his mind stops racing from the familiar jolt of fear, he's looking over his shoulder to see who in the world even triggered it.]
...Oi. Is someone there?
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No.
[Very funny.]
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just picks up a tape measure and chucks it at him]
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Interesting condition you have there.
[Tone flat.]
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His eyes narrow, but that's about enough retaliation as he's willing to give before turning back to what he's working on.]
It's not like it's a secret. Most of the girls know about it now.
Unless you really weren't paying attention that last trial.
[Flayn touched him on purpose for saying something stupid and he flew back about three yards so that was fun.]
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[It wasn't clear, exactly. Just a flash of some buried, terrible memory. But it makes sense. Even if he didn't like women, to react like that... it's not normal. It's something deeper.]
Do you even remember? What that was... It must have been quite traumatic for you to block it out like that.
[Why is Ogata like this.]
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...
Anyway. That memory was from a couple years back. I've patched that hole since then.
[And taking the motherboard off this N*intendo product is far more important than expanding on that.]
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... What are you doing?
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Just tinkering.
Electronic products are something I only got to explore at the temple. My world uses fonon-based machinery that's constructed much differently than this, but there's a lot of aspects of the engineering that have similar properties, even if the scientific laws of how it works are a little weird.
Now that we have time to burn... why not, right?
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So what, you're taking all this stuff apart so that you can figure out how it works?
... I suppose I can understand that, as a general idea. The use of electricity to power things isn't nearly as pervasive where I'm from, so I don't know anything about what you're messing with.
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Were you able to visit the temple at all, before that portal closed? The lab there had manuals for all the different technology of our worlds. That's the only reason I was able to know anything about electrical power, and even then, some of this is so delicate. [He'll hold up the motherboard, admiring the soldering like he's looking at a beautiful woman or something.] It's pretty breathtaking.
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[Honestly WHY do they make noise it's stupid. But wow.... he does not understand what is so special about the thing Guy is holding up at all!!
Just kidding he's also a weird pervert. He nods.]
That's the appeal of any sort of technology or machinery, I think. The basic structure of a rifle is fairly consistent, it's just a collection of parts. But the particular details with how each one is designed means that a Mosin Nagant and a Type 38's form and function are fairly different. And working out the difference is fun.
week 4 - monday
Here he's gone sniffing around the Campsco until he peers around a corner and see's Guy in the liquor section, a stack of multicolored tiny cups on the table before him.]
... What are you doing?
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He's popping open a bottle of whiskey when Ogata's gremlin face just kind of shows up, as he tends to do.]
Experimenting. [Ish. He's not taking more than a slight taste - getting wasted isn't his idea of a good time or a smart decision. But to give the chance to someone else? Hey, if it helped people relax.]
Do you drink, Ogata?
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... Not really. But I suppose it doesn't matter much what I do here.
[Coming a little closer. Like a wary stray cat.]
What, did you get bored with your electronics?
WEEK FIVE - TUESDAY
At some point, he'll find the arts and craft section and have a little visible eureka moment. You gonna snoop, bandage boy?]
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Very cool week for Ogata.]
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Well, he HAD pulled something out to take a better look. A box of some sort. But he hears that thud and instantly stops, trying to take a look--
Of course it's Ogata.
There's no hesitation in putting his things down, wearily trotting over.]
Geez -- hey, you alright? [Holding out a hand for him.]
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I don't know how you can ask me that this week of all weeks. Just go back to whatever you were doing.
[Everything is so dramatic with this cat.]
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[Just gonna crouch down next to him, carefully favoring one of his sides as he does so.]
Any reason you were snooping on me this time, or should we just wave this off as a coincidence?
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I wasn't snooping, I just wanted to see what you were doing.
[He was just being a curious cat.]
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[Because otherwise this is 100% snooping and you are a bad liar, Ogata.]
Can I help you to your feet, or are you comfortable here on the floor?
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He tries to continue being petulant and get to his feet himself, but he does still have this head injury, on top of having just fallen again, so when he tries to do so, he gets dizzy.
After a long pause, he looks away and holds out his hand to Guy, wordlessly. Please do not make him ask for help.]
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Easy, there. Use me for support if you have to - I really don't want to see you wipe out again. [No reopening those wounds or he'll have to go find Yin Yu and no one will be happy!!]
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More importantly;]
So what is it you're doing over there?
Im just crying at the fact that he never used this bc junpei shot him down but its fine
[does he need to hold your hand angry man or can you walk without falling over]
RIP..... he can just make them friendship bracelets I guess
You're still on about that? Even after your last attempt to bypass it failed?
WEEK SIX - MONDAY
Up on the fourth floor, the lounge door has been left open, where Guy sits at the counter with a half-filled glass and a bottle of booze, mulling over it with his dusty blonde dog ears tucked back in obvious irritation... and that doesn't shoft much when he spots Ogata out of his peripheral.
He'll tuck the entire glass back into his mouth in one smooth motion, exhaling sharply.]
Enjoy the show down there, or are you going to use that eye of yours for some more choice insults? [He is. Not in a good mood. Hi, Ogata.]
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The real show will be if and when we get out of here. If they really think they get to confess and be absolved when their victims don’t have a voice, they’re all far stupider than they look.
I don’t know if we’ll get a say though... I imagine they’ll say “but we didn’t mean for you to be accused of our crimes!” [Another laugh.] Unless you don’t plan to listen to excuses?
[Aren’t you tired of being nice? Don’t you want to go ape shitt?]
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[It's clipped and tinged with a slight disgust. Boy! Wow! Sure do love having your life being a cog in someone else's machine!
He reaches for the bottle and pours just a little more into his glass, a mouthful at best.]
Everyone's going to be more focused on that pink bastard anyway. I doubt they expect any apologies to reach ears that want to listen. Can't say I want to hear it, if it sounds like what they just tried.
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He wanders over to the bar, picking the first bottle that seems at all trustworthy, a bottle of plum soju, though he's not terribly familiar, it just seems pleasant and smells nice when he cracks it open. And then he slinks back over before taking a seat on a couch next to Guy's, pouring his chosen drink into another glass.]
So what, you're fed up but you're not going to do anything about it? What about if we survive killing the snake? Surely you'll have a chance then.
[Sips his drink because he knows how to drink responsibly.]
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Not much I can do right now even if I wanted to, and what happens with the snake relies on a lot of maybes and guesswork. Even if we lure this thing out and destroy it, that doesn't mean we get reunited. We might just get snapped right back to where we're supposed to be, just as suddenly as we got here. Who knows.
[He'll tilt his glass, watching the liquor swirl.]
What would you expect me to do? Hit someone over the head with another rock?
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He doesn't know which is worse, knowing that he would probably end up dead the minute after when Sugimoto caught up to them. The thought of forgetting everything is terrible simply on its own, but the idea of remembering everything and being unable to so anything about it... He frowns and takes another large sip, finishing what's in his glass and pouring more.]
You could. That might be fun to watch.
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Figures. Seems sadistic enough to fit your bill. I'm not in the mood to get mobbed for a second time, thanks.
[He'll take a long drink from his own glass before continuing. God the urge to just fill the entire glass and down it is INTENSE but he knows better.]
If they had wanted to make amends, they would have by now. Their rules aside, some sure as hell tried harder than others to show that this whole charade was the last thing they wanted. I don't have an issue with those ones.
It's the rest that I think are getting off a little easier than they should. Offering lipservice for retribution while guarding each other from anyone that wants said retribution, all while spewing that slaughtering over a dozen people was for the good of the whole?
Under that logic, our lives were fodder. They better be willing to live with that blood on their hands rather than coming up with any more excuses.
[It's petty, and he knows it's petty. But he could care less about what they could and couldn't do and the agony of their roles, given how some of them had acted the entire time, both in and out of the trials.]
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It seems a lot like war to me. We were fodder back then too, told that what we're doing is just. And that makes it ok for us to kill, all of a sudden? As if the other side isn't being told to think the same thing. And for what? We didn't get anything for it, just a bunch of dead comrades and glory for the men who didn't even fight themselves. I'm tired of it, really. People should just kill each other and not make up a bunch of excuses.
[A probably unsurprising hot take from Ogata. He takes another sip and fixes Guy with an impassive expression.]
Or is that not what you meant?
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Not really, no. But I guess there's enough similarities.
To fight for the sake of combat is different. I'm no soldier, so I can't say how similar or not my experience might be. But when you willingly go into combat, regardless of whether it's right or wrong, you fight and you kill because staying alive is a priority. Those that want to stay alive keep themselves alive, whether that's through bloodshed or manipulation or just running off.
Very few fight just for the sake of killing, and even fewer kill without any purpose at all. You have to have pretty twisted reasoning to just not to give a damn. [Yes, Ogata, he remember what your dad told you. Shh.]
These aren't soldiers fighting a war. These are people with a gun held to their head for someone else's amusement. They say they acted for the good of everyone, that they had no choice, but all I see is a bunch of people who were scared to die, and rather than making choices that helped lead us in a direction of understanding, they just acted on their own fear. They picked off people they knew would prove to be easier kills or unlikeable, they covered their tracks and lied for one another, and they did nothing when other people were killed in retaliation.
For "good" or not, it was nothing but self serving, and to speak like they can have it both ways is stupid as hell.
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So are you mad that they just acted out of fear instead of being strategic or just that they talked as if that wasn't the case?
[He's just trying to get a read on what we're drinking ourselves into a stupor for here, man.]