[ Hey, that time she threw the phone in his face was legitimate self defense, in Kido's point of view, anyways. It was her mistake and she never apologized for it... Come to think of it, she barely ever apologizes for anything she does wrong, but freely apologizes for other things, like "Sorry about the mess" when inviting people over, or "Sorry you got pulled into this situation" when meeting new Persona users. Situations aren't really things she can control directly, but her actions are— and most of the time, they're strongly justified. Every time she lashes out, she felt justified for doing so, and never thought anything wrong about it because people just let her be that way. ]
Yeah, you're a coward. You're selfish and you give up too easily.
[ She keeps her gaze level, staring at the towel over Terry's head. ]
But you just wanted to be yourself until the very end, isn't that what you told me? People put their lives above everything else. Sometimes they do terrible things to achieve that, but the drive to live is natural. So even if I hate it and think it's stupid, I get it. I never talked about it much, but all those times I died back home, I was killed because somebody desperately wanted to live, and my existence prevented that. I can hate something and accept it at the same time, because I get where you're coming from.
[ She can't really hold her death over his head anyways, because that natural drive to live is something she teeters in the balance of. It's not like she returned to the dungeon expecting to die, but she was prepared for it. ]
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Yeah, you're a coward. You're selfish and you give up too easily.
[ She keeps her gaze level, staring at the towel over Terry's head. ]
But you just wanted to be yourself until the very end, isn't that what you told me? People put their lives above everything else. Sometimes they do terrible things to achieve that, but the drive to live is natural. So even if I hate it and think it's stupid, I get it. I never talked about it much, but all those times I died back home, I was killed because somebody desperately wanted to live, and my existence prevented that. I can hate something and accept it at the same time, because I get where you're coming from.
[ She can't really hold her death over his head anyways, because that natural drive to live is something she teeters in the balance of. It's not like she returned to the dungeon expecting to die, but she was prepared for it. ]