[ Hiyori listens to his conclusions with the same kind, gentle smile that he always wears, clasping his hands behind is back. It's the conclusions of a petulant child, one whose idea of love was far too detached from his own to truly understand anything else. Hiyori passed no judgment on those who couldn't find such talent on their own, but he despised those who refused to exceed him. Even if they never could, it was the duty of all to try and surpass him.
But he's taken away each dangerous object, and he sees that some of the color has returned to his patient now that the blood has been injected into his system. He still looked rough, but far better, and he makes a note to force him to have a few cookies and some juice before he leaves. But he enjoys the take that he's given, and he determines it only fitting not to contract the narrative that has been assigned to him. He had not murdered for despair, he had murdered because had overcome despair. It was always love that gave him strength, taht spurred him into each and every action then and now. ]
Hm, I see, then that is the narrative that you've assigned to me... Yes, as I thought, you truly are a gifted child. It's a wonderful story. You are correct. But I have never acted out of despair, Komaeda-kun. I have only ever acted out of love. It was love that has ever guided my hand.
[ He affords that one small correction and nothing more. It truly is a pleasant story to be assigned, and he thinks that he might opt to use it for himself going forward. It was far more grim, far more terrifying, and far more palatable to the ignorant masses to think of a man who had simply could not understand the importance of human bonds. He has no need for them, but Hiyori understands well that others do. It was because of his talent alone that he could be freed from such things - that once in a generation talent that had allowed others to grow so soft and lazy in their efforts.
He doesn't seem to terribly mind the lack of a direct answer, either. Instead, Hiyori will answer the question that had been presented to him: ]
I ask you because I want to know your opinion, Komaeda-kun. Do you go throughout life only looking through your left eye? Of course not. If you did, you would miss half the world. You need both eyes in order to see it completely. You need both eyes to see that depth.
[ He shakes his head. ]
Stories are the same way. You must share them with others to see what they're truly like. Now that I've heard Komaeda-kun, I believe I can say that I am one step closer to seeing myself with both eyes open... Or perhaps you think it's strange that I put myself among the majority and seek out their opinions? Why, I would think it would be the height of foolishness to disconnect yourself from the views of them. Much as I need both my eyes, I need to be able to look up, and I need to be able to look down, and I need to look straight ahead to see the entire world. Komaeda-kun, who can only look up as he goes through life, who is both equal to and beneath me, offers a view to me that no one else can.
damnit komaeda they're not vampires they can't just drink your blood
But he's taken away each dangerous object, and he sees that some of the color has returned to his patient now that the blood has been injected into his system. He still looked rough, but far better, and he makes a note to force him to have a few cookies and some juice before he leaves. But he enjoys the take that he's given, and he determines it only fitting not to contract the narrative that has been assigned to him. He had not murdered for despair, he had murdered because had overcome despair. It was always love that gave him strength, taht spurred him into each and every action then and now. ]
Hm, I see, then that is the narrative that you've assigned to me... Yes, as I thought, you truly are a gifted child. It's a wonderful story. You are correct. But I have never acted out of despair, Komaeda-kun. I have only ever acted out of love. It was love that has ever guided my hand.
[ He affords that one small correction and nothing more. It truly is a pleasant story to be assigned, and he thinks that he might opt to use it for himself going forward. It was far more grim, far more terrifying, and far more palatable to the ignorant masses to think of a man who had simply could not understand the importance of human bonds. He has no need for them, but Hiyori understands well that others do. It was because of his talent alone that he could be freed from such things - that once in a generation talent that had allowed others to grow so soft and lazy in their efforts.
He doesn't seem to terribly mind the lack of a direct answer, either. Instead, Hiyori will answer the question that had been presented to him: ]
I ask you because I want to know your opinion, Komaeda-kun. Do you go throughout life only looking through your left eye? Of course not. If you did, you would miss half the world. You need both eyes in order to see it completely. You need both eyes to see that depth.
[ He shakes his head. ]
Stories are the same way. You must share them with others to see what they're truly like. Now that I've heard Komaeda-kun, I believe I can say that I am one step closer to seeing myself with both eyes open... Or perhaps you think it's strange that I put myself among the majority and seek out their opinions? Why, I would think it would be the height of foolishness to disconnect yourself from the views of them. Much as I need both my eyes, I need to be able to look up, and I need to be able to look down, and I need to look straight ahead to see the entire world. Komaeda-kun, who can only look up as he goes through life, who is both equal to and beneath me, offers a view to me that no one else can.