[And its that guilt, isn't it? That guilt that has stuck to Omi, like a film.]
[Douman reaches up to hold Omi's face in their hands, quiet for a moment. Of course, they have no grief. It is something that humans have, pulling themselves downwards to the depths of their own abyss.]
...What a terrible thing. [And a low sigh.] And you...carry that weight, don't you?
[It's the guilt he's carried ever since that day. A near constant emotion that never really leaves him, no matter what he does.]
... Yeah.
[He's already come this far. He's already admitted this much. Omi closes his eyes and sighs, a little shaky. Like he wasn't quite expecting to admit to this much, but he's already here.]
I didn't find out until later, but he always wanted to be an actor. He had a goal and a dream. That's when I decided to become one too. For him. Maybe it would help him rest in peace.
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[Just for Omi.]
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...Say, what would you show? In the simulation room, if you had to choose one thing.
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For me...?
I don't think there's anything as special. What would you want to see?
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Mmm. This humble priest doesn't know. What is special to you, I suppose.
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I don't suppose you could give me a show, too?
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[They turn their head to kiss Omi's jawline.]
Your prowess as an actor...I'd like to see a thing like that.
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I'm still learning. I don't think I'll ever stop.
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Do you want to be with that company all your life? Or move forward to bigger things?
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I'm not sure yet, honestly.
No matter what, I'll always love it.
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[Douman stares at him for a long moment.]
For someone who seems happy with everything...Omi. What are you doing in a place like this?
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[Because he has to. Because he's used to it.]
... I have regrets too.
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[A tilt of the head. The bells jingle lightly.]
What sort of regrets?
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["For someone who seems happy with everything."]
The kind that relate to friendship.
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...Did you hurt someone, Omi?
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A friend... got into a traffic accident.
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[An accident?]
And you were involved?
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... My friend... had it worse. He landed so damn hard he died of blood loss right after he got taken to the hospital.
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[And its that guilt, isn't it? That guilt that has stuck to Omi, like a film.]
[Douman reaches up to hold Omi's face in their hands, quiet for a moment. Of course, they have no grief. It is something that humans have, pulling themselves downwards to the depths of their own abyss.]
...What a terrible thing. [And a low sigh.] And you...carry that weight, don't you?
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... Yeah.
[He's already come this far. He's already admitted this much. Omi closes his eyes and sighs, a little shaky. Like he wasn't quite expecting to admit to this much, but he's already here.]
I didn't find out until later, but he always wanted to be an actor. He had a goal and a dream. That's when I decided to become one too. For him. Maybe it would help him rest in peace.