[Fujimaru glances at Sakon over his shoulder, glaring.]
Shut up!
[He won't answer, because... words are frightening, to be honest. They bind you. But in the same vein, Fujimaru thinks, words are empty. Especially straightforward ones, like "I'm sorry" or "Thank you" or "I trust you"—the kind of words he'd give to machines, most of which aren't made to understand the vagueness of human language.
Fujimaru doesn't see the point in thanking or apologizing to other people. He doesn't see much meaning in telling Sakon that he trusts him.
If he has to express those sentiments, he'd rather do them in another manner.
Ultimately, Fujimaru leads them to a random, nondescript area. Isolated, and without anyone nearby.]
no subject
Shut up!
[He won't answer, because... words are frightening, to be honest. They bind you. But in the same vein, Fujimaru thinks, words are empty. Especially straightforward ones, like "I'm sorry" or "Thank you" or "I trust you"—the kind of words he'd give to machines, most of which aren't made to understand the vagueness of human language.
Fujimaru doesn't see the point in thanking or apologizing to other people. He doesn't see much meaning in telling Sakon that he trusts him.
If he has to express those sentiments, he'd rather do them in another manner.
Ultimately, Fujimaru leads them to a random, nondescript area. Isolated, and without anyone nearby.]