[ It comes out as an exasperated breath, and it's all the more clear that he is tired; he's exhausted and worn down from days and weeks of not caring for himself properly. It wasn't healthy to live off sweet jars and sleep in your office. It wasn't healthy to chug down sickly sweet coffee with extra shots of espresso to prop yourself up through paperwork. None of it was, and anytime he did come back here, Hiyori would collapse quickly. He's surprised there's no indention on the couch for how often he'd passed out on it. But then, even that was brief, and then it was off to something else.
He wants to replace all of the human parts of him quickly, so that he never has to worry about such frivolous matters again. As it is, he shakes his head and offers an apologetic smile to compensate for the harsh tone - one that wasn't harsh at all, and yet, for him was, and speaks in a gentler voice, ]
You know I can't just leave that alone... Come now, must you really destroy everything I do?
[ But he does sit back down, clearly debating whether or not it might not be better to simply ignore him altogether. Even so, he would prefer that any patient be amenable to the treatment they're receiving. Then, as though Hiyori himself was nothing more than an afterthought, he adds - ]
You don't need to worry about me. I'm alright... Ah, if as you say that I truly am the only one befitting of that, then this nothing, hm?
[ Because in the end, Komaeda is right. He truly is the only one befitting of being called the Ultimate Surgeon. There were titles that were passed on like mantles, but his was not one of them. Were they just afraid to fill that role because of him...? No, he thinks it was probably that difficult. They would be all too happy to completely wash away his stain otherwise.
It has nothing to do with being an ultimate. Hiyori can't falter. He can't be tired. Perhaps he should get another cup of coffee. He think she has some instant espresso - perhaps that would fare better. ]
we'll just hide the body this time, it's fine, it's fine, nobody will find out
[ It comes out as an exasperated breath, and it's all the more clear that he is tired; he's exhausted and worn down from days and weeks of not caring for himself properly. It wasn't healthy to live off sweet jars and sleep in your office. It wasn't healthy to chug down sickly sweet coffee with extra shots of espresso to prop yourself up through paperwork. None of it was, and anytime he did come back here, Hiyori would collapse quickly. He's surprised there's no indention on the couch for how often he'd passed out on it. But then, even that was brief, and then it was off to something else.
He wants to replace all of the human parts of him quickly, so that he never has to worry about such frivolous matters again. As it is, he shakes his head and offers an apologetic smile to compensate for the harsh tone - one that wasn't harsh at all, and yet, for him was, and speaks in a gentler voice, ]
You know I can't just leave that alone... Come now, must you really destroy everything I do?
[ But he does sit back down, clearly debating whether or not it might not be better to simply ignore him altogether. Even so, he would prefer that any patient be amenable to the treatment they're receiving. Then, as though Hiyori himself was nothing more than an afterthought, he adds - ]
You don't need to worry about me. I'm alright... Ah, if as you say that I truly am the only one befitting of that, then this nothing, hm?
[ Because in the end, Komaeda is right. He truly is the only one befitting of being called the Ultimate Surgeon. There were titles that were passed on like mantles, but his was not one of them. Were they just afraid to fill that role because of him...? No, he thinks it was probably that difficult. They would be all too happy to completely wash away his stain otherwise.
It has nothing to do with being an ultimate. Hiyori can't falter. He can't be tired. Perhaps he should get another cup of coffee. He think she has some instant espresso - perhaps that would fare better. ]