D is truly doing so much work, though. He's not even getting paid for this. Somebody help this man. Matsui will not let go of any of his albatrosses so it won't be him doing the helping...]
I do. [BINCH.] But this isn't something that I would regret, even then.
[Matsui just will not change in a single week, exactly like Ryo.
But D doesn't seem like he's going to really press Matsui about it too much. It's more of a gentle plea. Binch, you're both already dead, and now one of you is potentially going to be erased for good without anything being said.]
[He won't change in a single week or in a single murdergame, sadly... But D's out here trying, anyway. He's really doing god's work in this holy house.
Matsui looks like he's considering his words for a moment, though. It seems he might not say anything at first, but eventually, as he's looking at one of the angelic statues ahead, he settles on:]
Regret serves as a reminder. It's one that I need to carry.
He watches Matsui curiously, quietly. He doesn't rush any answer, just listens for the one he receives.]
I don't think you're wrong. It is a reminder. I don't think it's wrong not to forget it either. But... I think much of what makes life beautiful will pass you by if you don't move forward through it. And I think any sacrifices others have made will be for nothing.
Me, for instance. If I kept looking back at the things I regret while I was alive, I would not be able to continue with my duty.
[Matsui doesn't like the idea of other people making sacrifices for or about him in any way... He just wants to vibe until he gets erased listen he isn't here wanting to carry the additional burden of having to move forward for the sake of others.
Moving forward is something he hates, anyway. Everything about him is anchored firmly in the past. He folds his hands together in his lap, quiet.]
If you need to move forward to proceed with your duty, then it makes sense, not allowing yourself to be chained to what's behind you.
D nods a little in acknowledgment. He would pat Matsui on the shoulder or the hand if it was touch week, but unfortunately now we are back to being polite tch.]
Then I think you’ll be alright. Mr. Matsui. You, and Mr. Buzen, and Mr. Rang.
Also help can't believe they're both back to being prim and proper gothic Victorians. Also the way he immediately looks a little irritated at the mention of Rang fucking help.]
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Good.
[Sometimes you are just checking because like 3/4th of the house have been fucking love arrowed.]
I hope one day you find the strength in you to tell Mr. Buzen how you feel, especially when there is a chance you might miss the opportunity.
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Matsui likes this topic even less though because he hates being so easily read by literally everyone except for BUZEN.]
...If I don't, that's fine. I don't mind it.
[He likes carrying emotional albatrosses because of his guilt complex.]
Just having a few more moments with him is enough for me.
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Matsui, please acknowledge these things, okay. He is trying to get you both to not be stupid idiots, but it's fine. MATSUI, YOUR DAMN ALBATROSS.]
I do not wish the human ability of living with regrets on you, Mr. Matsui. You don't deserve it.
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D is truly doing so much work, though. He's not even getting paid for this. Somebody help this man. Matsui will not let go of any of his albatrosses so it won't be him doing the helping...]
I do. [BINCH.] But this isn't something that I would regret, even then.
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But D doesn't seem like he's going to really press Matsui about it too much. It's more of a gentle plea. Binch, you're both already dead, and now one of you is potentially going to be erased for good without anything being said.]
Why do you think that? That you do.
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Matsui looks like he's considering his words for a moment, though. It seems he might not say anything at first, but eventually, as he's looking at one of the angelic statues ahead, he settles on:]
Regret serves as a reminder. It's one that I need to carry.
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He watches Matsui curiously, quietly. He doesn't rush any answer, just listens for the one he receives.]
I don't think you're wrong. It is a reminder. I don't think it's wrong not to forget it either. But... I think much of what makes life beautiful will pass you by if you don't move forward through it. And I think any sacrifices others have made will be for nothing.
Me, for instance. If I kept looking back at the things I regret while I was alive, I would not be able to continue with my duty.
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Moving forward is something he hates, anyway. Everything about him is anchored firmly in the past. He folds his hands together in his lap, quiet.]
If you need to move forward to proceed with your duty, then it makes sense, not allowing yourself to be chained to what's behind you.
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I knew this already. I wasn’t really saying it for my benefit.
[But he sounds amused, not irritated.]
You may do what you will. Just making sure you hadn’t changed your mind.
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He doesn't say anything to the first part, though there's something a little strange in his expression for a second. Then:]
I can assure you that I will not change my mind in this matter.
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D nods a little in acknowledgment. He would pat Matsui on the shoulder or the hand if it was touch week, but unfortunately now we are back to being polite tch.]
Then I think you’ll be alright. Mr. Matsui. You, and Mr. Buzen, and Mr. Rang.
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Also help can't believe they're both back to being prim and proper gothic Victorians. Also the way he immediately looks a little irritated at the mention of Rang fucking help.]
...And you, as well.
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But he's touched by Matsui pointing out his mistake.]
Yes, and me too. I'll keep my promise for you, and if you ever need anything, all you must do is ask.
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...I hope that you will also let me know if there's anything that I can do for you in return.